You're On Your Own Now. You Are

The Most Precious Jewels Are Not Made Of Stone, But Of Flesh.

It Doesn't Bother Me. Sure, Everybody Wants Approval, But I Came From The Theatre And I've Always Treasured A Remark From There Which Goes: 'for Every Six People Who Love You, There Will Be Half A Dozen Who Loathe You.' The Quality Of An Author's Work Is Not Usually Determined Until After His Death. Even Dickens Got Some Pretty Bad Reviews.

I Try As Best I Can To Enter The Realm Of Nuances Of Human Behavior.

Greater Economic Power Will Be In The Hands Of Too Few.

Men And Women Walked Casually About As They Did On The Main Floor, Every Now And Then Stopping One Another, Exchanging Pleasantries Or Scraps Of Relevantly Irrelevant Information. Gossip.