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To Put It Rather Bluntly, I Am Not The Type Who Wants To Go Back To The Land; I Am The Type Who Wants To Go Back To The Hotel.

A Salad Is Not A Meal, It Is A Style.

I Wish That Real Estate Were Cheaper And Clothes Were More Expensive.

There Were A Zillion Bad Jobs. That Doesn't Exist Any More. I Mean, I Could Wake Up One Afternoon With Zero Money And Know That By The End Of The Day, I Would Have Money.

Once You Go Outside Your Natural Audience, There Are Tons Of People That Don't Like You.