It Was My Sister Maureen Who Was

Dad Sometimes Patted Me On The Knee And Called Me His Little Schmuck.

The Odds Against An Adoptee Ending Up As The Child Of The President Of The United States Are Staggering. But Then, So Are The Odds Against A Movie Star Becoming President

I Constantly Looked For Motherly Protection.

I Thought The Secret Service Would Protect Me From The Press, But They Were At My House To Protect Me From Assassins With Guns, Not With Assassins With Pencils.

You Just Watch Somebody You Love Slowly, Slowly Disappear And Go Away.