All Men Are Jews, Though Few Men

If The Stories Come, You Get Them Written, You're On The Right Track. Eventually Everyone Learns His Or Her Own Best Way. The Real Mystery To Crack Is You.

We Didn't Starve But Nobody Ate Chicken Unless We Were Sick Or The Chicken Was.

It Was All Those Biographies In Me Yelling, 'we Want Out. We Want To Tell You What We've Done To You.'

Overnight Business Could Go Down Enough To Hurt; Yet As A Rule It Slowly Recovered-sometimes It Seemed To Take Forever-went Up, Not High Enough To Be Really Up, Only Not Down.

Of Course It Would Cost Something, But He Was An Expert In Cutting Corners; And When There Were No More Corners Left He Would Make Circles Rounder.