It's My Belief That Sanity Lies In

Contemporary American Children, If They Are Old Enough To Grasp The Concept Of Santa Claus By Thanksgiving, Are Able To See Through It By December 15th.

The First Time I Walked Into A Library, I Got So Excited I Almost Wet My Pants.

New York Walking Isn't Exercise: It's A Continually Showing Make-your-own Movie.

When Money Gets Too Far Away From Actual, Physical, Real Equity And Property It Gets Too Abstract And Too Distantly Derived And Then Suddenly It's Not Worth Anything Anymore. And The Same Is True Of Language.

Twiddle-twiddle Away At My Softly Clicky Keyboard For A While, Making Twiddly Adjustments All Along- And Then Print What I Have Twiddled. Glare At The Printout And Snarl And Curse And Scribble Almost Illegibly All Over It With A Ballpoint Pen. Go Back To The Machine And Enter The Scribbles. Repeat This Procedure Until I Hate The Very Meaning Of Every Word I Know.