Frank Morrison Spillane — the American crime novelist who wrote pulp fiction under byline Mickey Spillane — was born on this day — March 9, 1918 — in Brooklyn, New York.
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If you’re a singer you lose your voice. A baseball player loses his arm. A writer gets more knowledge, and if he’s good, the older he gets, the better he writes.
~ Mickey Spillane
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I don’t research anything. If I need something, I’ll invent it.
~ Mickey Spillane
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I’m the most translated writer in the world, behind Lenin, Tolstoy, Gorki and Jules Verne. And they’re all dead.
~ Mickey Spillane
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Hemingway hated me. I sold 200 million books, and he didn’t. Of course most of mine sold for 25 cents, but still, you look at all this stuff with a grain of salt.
~ Mickey Spillane
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I don’t care what the editor likes or dislikes, I care what the people like.
~ Mickey Spillane
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I’m not an author, I’m a writer, that’s all I am. Authors want their names down in history; I want to keep the smoke coming out of the chimney.
~ Mickey Spillane
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I’m a commercial writer, not an author. Margaret Mitchell was an author. She wrote one book.
~ Mickey Spillane
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I have no fans. You know what I got? Customers. And customers are your friends.
~ Mickey Spillane
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If the public likes you, you’re good. Shakespeare was a common, down-to-earth writer in his day.
~ Mickey Spillane
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