I Think The Bottom Line Is That

When This Is Over, I'm Not Going To Be The Same Guy. I Am Going To Live As If I Were A Great Man.

I Think The Bottom Line Is That If You Get Through A Childhood Like Mine, It's Not At All Bad. Obviously, You Come Out A Pretty Tough Turkey, And You Have Had All The Inoculations You Need To Keep You On A Level Keel For The Rest Of Your Life. The Sad Part Is, Most Of Us Don't Come Out.

It Heartens Me To Think Of Verdi Who Composed Thundering Operas In His Eighties; Michelangelo Who Did Fine Work In His Ninetieth Year, And Titian, Who Painted Better Than Ever In His One Hundredth.

I Wish I Could Tell You About The South Pacific. The Way It Actually Was. The Endless Ocean. The Infinite Specks Of Coral We Called Islands. Coconut Palms Nodding Gracefully Toward The Ocean. Reefs Upon Which Waves Broke Into Spray, And Inner Lagoons, Lovely Beyond Description. I Wish I Could Tell You About The Sweating Jungle, The Full Moon Rising Behind The Volcanoes, And The Waiting. The Waiting. The Timeless, Repetitive Waiting.

I Do Believe That Everyone Growing Up Faces Differential Opportunities. With Me, It Was Books And Travel And Some Good Teachers.