A Boy Has To Peddle His Book.

The Instant She Saw The Letter She Squinted Her Eyes And Bent Her Lips In A Tough Tiny Smile That Advanced Her Age Immeasurably. "darling," She Instructed Me, "would You Reach In The Drawer There And Give Me My Purse. A Girl Doesn't Read This Sort Of Thing Without Her Lipstick.

Talent Is A Valued Tormentor.

With One Exception Everybody Who Has Ever Been Involved With Me Is Still A Great Friend Of Mine.

Some Prisons Don't Allow Guitar Because The Strings Can Be Detached And Used As Weapons.

I Hated Hemingway. I Liked Faulkner But He Was A Bore.