The Only Appropriate Response To The Question,

I Hate All Jobs. I've Never Had A Job I Liked.

I'd Like To Decide Who Comes Here. I'd Like To Be The Admissions Director Of New York.

Perhaps The Least Cheering Statement Ever Made On The Subject Of Art Is That Life Imitates It.

The Second I Learned To Read In First Grade, When I Was 5, I Preferred It To Life. And I Still Do.

To Me The Biggest Waste Of Time Is Commuting. First, There Is No Place That Is Less Than A Two-hour Commute From New York. You Can Be Half A Mile Outside Of The City Limits; You're Two Hours Away By Car. I Don't Care How Close They Tell You It Is. "oh, It's Only Thirty Miles." Thirty Miles? At 8:30 In The Morning, Thirty Miles Outside New York, You Might As Well Be Starting Out In Omaha.