Bad Writing Is Not Easier Than Good

There Was A Land Of Cavaliers And Cotton Fields Called The Old South. Here In This Pretty World, Gallantry Took Its Last Bow. Here Was The Last Ever To Be Seen Of Knights And Their Ladies Fair, Of Master And Of Slave. Look For It Only In Books, For It Is No More Than A Dream Remembered, A Civilization Gone With The Wind.

Socially, A Journalist Ranks Somewhere Between The Madam Of A Whorehouse And A Bartender. But Spiritually He Ranks With Galileo, For He Knows The World Is Round.

Television Excites Me Because It Seems To Be The Last Stamping Ground Of Poetry, The Last Place Where I Hear Women's Hair Rhapsodically Described, Women's Faces Acclaimed In Odelike Language.

The Honors Hollywood Has For The Writer Are As Dubious As Tissue-paper Cuff Links.

In Hollywood A Starlet Is The Name For Any Woman Under Thirty Who Is Not Actively Employed In A Brothel.