I Remember The First Sale I Made

Personally, My Daughter's Wedding Gave Me A Tremendous Pleasure. And The Wedding Was A Radiant Event And I Enjoyed It. I Was Afraid I'd Cry. I'm Given To Crying At Odd Times, And I Was Very Much Afraid Of The Emotionalism Of That Moment, But I Didn't Even Come Close To Crying.

If It Sounds Good As You Say It, Likely As Not It'll Sound Good When An Actor's Saying It.

All The Dachaus Must Remain Standing.

I Don't Feel, God Dictated That I Should Write.

I Think Willa Cather Did A Short Story Called "paul's Case," And In It, When He Finally Commits Suicide, It Says, "he Surrendered To The Black Design Of Things." And That's What I Anticipate Death Will Be: A Totally Unconscious Void In Which You Float Through Eternity With No Particular Consciousness Of Anything. I Think Once Around Is Enough. I Don't Want To Start It All Over Again.