Clifford Odets Quotes & Sayings

Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out. — Clifford Odets

You make me feel too human, Joe. All I want is peace and quiet, not love. I'm a tired old lady, Joe, and I don't mind being what you call "half dead." In fact it's what I like. The twice I was in love I took an awful beating and I don't want it again! I want you to stop it! Don't devil me, Joe. I beg you, don't devil me ... — Clifford Odets

Life shouldn't be printed on dollar bills. — Clifford Odets

Music is the great cheer-up in the language of all countries. — Clifford Odets

There are two kinds of marriages - where the husband quotes the wife and where the wife quotes the husband. — Clifford Odets

But I did it! That's the thing - I did it! What will my father say when he hears I murdered a man? Lorna, I see what I did. I murdered myself, too! I've been running around in circles. Now I'm smashed! — Clifford Odets

There are 43,000 minutes in a month - can't you give me five? — Clifford Odets

What do you want from me? Revenge? Sorry - we're all out of revenge today! — Clifford Odets

Sex - the poor man's polo. — Clifford Odets

Sex is the poor man's polo. — Clifford Odets

One night some short weeks ago, for the first time in her not always happy life, Marilyn Monroe's soul sat down alone to a quiet supper from which it did not rise. — Clifford Odets

I feel like the wrath of God. You like that boy, don't you? I love him, Tom. — Clifford Odets

You 're too sufficient by yourself ... too inside yourself — Clifford Odets

Mr President, the president is dead. — Clifford Odets

It's the Twentieth Century ... no more miracles. — Clifford Odets

It seems to happen sudden - a fighter gets good. He gets easy and graceful. He learns how to save himself - no energy wasted ... he slips and slides - he travels with the punch ... Oh, sure, I like the way you're shaping up. — Clifford Odets

If they tell you that she died of sleeping pills you must know that she died of a wasting grief, of a slow bleeding at the soul. — Clifford Odets