It Was My Sister Maureen Who Was

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

It Was My Sister Maureen Who Was Responsible For My Becoming A Reagan.

I Started To Build Barriers Between Myself And Others To Protect Myself.

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

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.