All My Dogs Have Been Scamps And

We May Be Living In The Twentieth Century, In Resplendent Sophistication. But Deep Down, Most Of Us Find Ourselves Still In The Stone Age Of Superstition.

All My Dogs Have Been Scamps And Thieves And Troublemakers And I've Adored Them All.

We Relish News Of Our Heroes, Forgetting That We Are Extraordinary To Somebody Too.

Childhood Is A Short Season.

Actors Work And Slave And It Is The Color Of Your Hair That Can Determine Your Fate In The End.