All Art At Some Time And In

Television Is Just One More Facet Of That Considerable Segment Of Our Society That Never Had Any Standard But The Soft Buck.

He Looked About As Inconspicuous As A Tarantula On A Slice Of Angel Food.

Neither Of The Two People In The Room Paid Any Attention To The Way I Came In, Although Only One Of Them Was Dead.

I'm All Done With Hating You. It's All Washed Out Of Me. I Hate People Hard, But I Don't Hate Them Very Long.

They Write Them Long Because They Can't Write Them Short.