I Hate Danny Kaye Movies.

It Was At A Vividly Bad Time In Norman Mailer's Life That I Met Him, And A Sort Of Water-treading Time In Mine. He Had Stabbed His Wife, And I Was A Copy Boy At Time Magazine.

I Don't Feel Old. I Feel Like A Young Man That Has Something Wrong With Him.

A Grown Man, Weeping, Is A Tough Thing To See.

Why Anyone, By Dying, Should Thereby Be Declared Beyond Criticism, Innocent Of Wrongdoing, Suddenly Filled With Virtue And Above Reproach Escapes Me.

Show People Tend To Treat Their Finances Like Their Dentistry. They Assume The Man Handling It Knows What He Is Doing.