With the pride of the artist, you must blow against the walls of every power that exists the small trumpet of your defiance Quotes By : Norman Mailer | Added By:
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Chicago was a town where nobody could forget how the money was made. It was picked up from floors still slippery with blood Quotes By : Norman Mailer | Added By: rumapaul