By The End Of The Week, If

It's Not Enough For Me To Cover Theater, I Have To Throw Myself Around Every Other Art Form, And Do So Thoroughly And Relentlessly.

I Don't Know About You, But I Can Tell When Someone's Lying. They Can't Look You In The Eye - They Look You In The Bridge Of Your Nose.

By The End Of The Week, If I'm Still Alive, I Get To Write Whatever I Want About It All.

For Better Or Worse, I've Always Tried To March To My Own Drum And Tell It Like It Is, While Preserving Some Integrity And Style. God, I'm Fabulous!

For Years, I've Pushed The Idea Of A Column Compilation Book Mainly Because It Would Be Easy - I Could Just Staple 'em All Together. But Publishers Have Been Resistent, Feeling The Material Dates.