Most People Call Me Mercy. I Like

Radio Is Truly The Theater Of The Mind. The Listener Constructs The Sets, Colors Them From His Own Palette, And Sculpts And Costumes The Characters Who Perform In Them.

Nobody Understands That By The Time The Addiction Has Set In The Alcoholic Is Mandated To Drink ... He Cannot Not Drink! Nobody Wakes Up In The Morning And Says, 'jiminy Cricket, I Feel Sensational! My Life Is Really In Great Shape! I Think I'll Become An Alcoholic!' I Firmly Believe That When A Shaking-to-pieces Alcoholic Says He Needs A Drink Or He Will Die, He Means It.

I Cannot Sustain Hate For Longer Than A Couple Of Years.

Like So Many Other Recovered Alcoholics, I Am To This Day Bewildered That It Took So Long For Me To Understand That There Was No Such Animal As 'social Drinking' For Me; That It Had Nothing To Do With My Willpower Or Self-respect Or Moral Fiber, That It Was A Simple Biochemical Intolerance To A Drug.

I Am Rich From The Bequests Other Gifted People Have Seen Fit To Leave To Me.