At Twelve Noon, The Natives Swoon And

Goodnight, My Darlings, I'll See You Tomorrow.

Fifty-four Years Of Love And Tenderness And Crossness And Devotion And Unswerving Loyalty. Without Her I Could Have Achieved A Quarter Of What I Have Achieved, Not Only In Terms Of Success And Career, But In Terms Of Personal Happiness.

How About Slipping Out Of Those Wet Things And Into A Dry Martini?

I Write At High Speed Because Boredom Is Bad For My Health.

Work Is Much More Fun Than Fun.