All Artists Are Two-headed Calves.

Mick Jagger Moves Like A Parody Between A Majorette Girl And Fred Astaire.

I Live In Brooklyn. By Choice. Those Ignorant Of Its Allures Are Entitled To Wonder Why.

I've Never Worked For A Newspaper. I've Had Some Very Bad Reviews In Newspapers.

Wrinkles And Bones, White Hair And Diamonds: I Can't Wait.

When The Prisoner Is Brought Down From Death Row He Steps From The Elevator Directly Into A "holding" Room That Adjoins The Witness Room. There Are Two Cells In This "holding" Room, Two, In Case It's A Double Execution. They're Ordinary Cells, Just Like This One, And The Prisoner Spends His Last Night There Before His Execu­tion In The Morning, Reading, Listening To The Radio, Playing Cards With The Guards.