I Find I Always Have To Write

The Vehemence Of My Moral Indignation Surprised Me. Was I Beginning To Have Standards And Principles, And, Oh Dear, Scruples? What Were They, And What Would I Do With Them, And How Much Were They Going To Get In My Way?

I Don't Always Understand Other People's Motives. I Will Repeat That For My Own Benefit, If You Don't Mind. I Don't Always Understand Other People's Motives.

I’ve Never Wanted To Meet Anyone I’ve Been Introduced To. I Want To Meet All The Other People.

At Some Point In My Life I Realized I Knew Only Celebrities, I Didn't Know Any Real People. I Think It Was A Master Stroke Of Fate That In Researching The Greatest Celebrity Of Them All, I Would At Last Be Meeting Real People, Finding Them More Extraordinary Than Celebrities; Fascinated By Them All And Enjoying Enduring Friendships With Some.

Oh, Teddy, Darling, Thank You, Thank You, For Restoring My Cynicism. I Was Too Young To Lose It.