My Following Is Straight. I'm So Glad.

If I'm Not Working, I Don't Know What To Do.

The Dining Room In My Old House Was Truly Magnificent, But By Far The Worst Room For Conversation. I'd Get Up From The Table, A Very Long Table, And Somebody Would Always Say, Paul, I Never Got To Talk To You.

My Kitchen Is Not A Place To Live In. I Made It White So I Can Tell Instantly If It's Not Clean-and I Like It Clean Enough To Be Able To Eat Off The Floors-or The Tables,for That Matter.

My Body May Have Been Abused, But It Certainly Hasn't Been Neglected.

I'm Liberace Without A Piano.