Unpleasant Reading On The Subject Of Anger

It Was At A Vividly Bad Time In Norman Mailer's Life That I Met Him, And A Sort Of Water-treading Time In Mine. He Had Stabbed His Wife, And I Was A Copy Boy At Time Magazine.

If (o.j. Simpson) Is Acquitted, I Will Renounce My Citizenship. And If I Converse With Him At A Cocktail Party, I Will Say, 'well, There Are So Many People Here Who Haven't Murdered Anyone. I Think I'll Go Talk To Them.' I'll Also Riot.

I Love My Own Coincidences And Love To Hear Other Peoples' Stories.

There Is Something About A Luger That Separates It From All Other Handguns, And Luger Devotees And Luger Society Members Speak Of It In Romantic Terms That Must Sound Plain Nuts To Those Who Consider Themselves Level-headed.

I'm Sure I've All But Lost Friends By Maintaining That, Despite Their Love For It, I Always Saw Stanley Kramer's 'it's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World' As More Of An Exercise In Anti-comedy Than Humor.