William Saroyan
William Saroyan was an American novelist, playwright, and short story writer. He was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Drama in 1940, and in 1943 won the Academy Award for Best Story for the film The Human Comedy. When the studio rejected his original 240-page treatment, he turned it into a novel, The Human Comedy.
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Background
- Born in
- Fresno
- Educated at
- Fresno High School
- Awards
- 🏆 Pulitzer Prize for Drama🏆 Academy Award for Best Story
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Trending topics shown first"What is a street? It is where the living weep, where the dead go off in silence to their peace."
"In the tradition of popular oratory, Trash started a talk at random, moved confidently ahead in no particular direction, and, although he spoke very clearly, said nothing."
"Love of the streets is the love out of which I see deeply I love God, how near I come to the truth."
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1908
Born
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Died
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