My Great Fear Is Not That I'll

People Are Quite Frequently Eccentric.

I Had Spent Years Thinking About One Thing While I Was Doing Another. I Had, In Fact, Prided Myself On Being Able To Do Two Things At Once.

When I Came Home For The Summer After My First Year Of College, I Told My Mother That My Best Friend And I Were Driving To California. She Laughed Out Loud - 2,000 Miles In A What? Well, My Best Friend Had An Old Chevy. What Could Go Wrong?

Art Doesn't Exist If You Just Do What You're Told. It Only Exists As An Exercise Of Individual Taste And Freedom.

It Still Astounds Me, After Forty Years, That There Is No Good Bread Between Chicago And San Francisco.