It's Inappropriate And Vulgar And Absolutely Unacceptable

I Used To Tremble From Nerves So Badly That The Only Way I Could Hold My Head Steady Was To Lower My Chin Practically To My Chest And Look Up At Bogie. That Was The Beginning Of The Look.

My Life Has Had Meaning, With The Friendships Full And Valuable And Essential To Me. My Children, Steve, Leslie, And Sam, Are All Different-all First-rate Human Beings With High Standards-whom I Completely And Unequivocally Adore-don't Always Agree With-but Always Admire And Respect. They All Have Wit And A Sense Of Humor And, Thank God, I Have Hung On To Mine.

I Finally Felt That I Came Into My Own When I Went On The Stage.

Yes, I Saw Twilight - My Granddaughter Made Me Watch It, She Said It Was The Greatest Vampire Film Ever. After The 'film' Was Over I Wanted To Smack Her Across Her Head With My Shoe, But I Do Not Want A (tell-all) Book Called Grannie Dearest Written On Me When I Die. So Instead I Gave Her A Dvd Of Murnau's 1922 Masterpiece Nosferatu And Told Her, 'now That's A Vampire Film!' And That Goes For All Of You! Watch Nosferatu Instead!

I've Always Felt That Work - Learning From People Who Know More Than I Know - Is What Keeps You Going.