If I See An Ending, I Can

Part Of Knowing Who We Are Is Knowing We Are Not Someone Else. And Jew Is Only The Name We Give To That Stranger, The Agony We Cannot Feel, The Death We Look At Like A Cold Abstraction. Each Man Has His Jew; It Is The Other.

He's Not The Finest Character That Ever Lived. But He's A Human Being, And A Terrible Thing Is Happening To Him. So Attention Must Be Paid.

I Think The Tragic Feeling Is Invoked In Us When We Are In The Presence Of A Character Who Is Ready To Lay Down His Life, If Need Be, To Secure One Thing -- His Sense Of Personal Dignity.

Glamour, That Trans-human Aura Or Power To Attract Imitation, Is A Kind Of Vessel Into Which Dreams Are Poured, And Some Vessels Are Simply Worthier Than Others... A Beautiful Woman Can Turn Heads But Real Glamour Has A Deeper Pull... Glamour Is The Power To Rearrange People's Emotions, Which, In Effect, Is The Power To Control One's Environment.

Look, We're All The Same; A Man Is A Fourteen-room House - In The Bedroom He's Asleep With His Intelligent Wife, In The Living-room He's Rolling Around With Some Bare Ass Girl, In The Library He's Paying His Taxes, In The Yard He's Raising Tomatoes And In The Cellar He's Making A Bomb To Blow It All Up.