Shakespeare Is Like Mashed Potatoes, You Can

I Don't Believe In Happiness Anyway... It's Too Much Of An American Pastime, This Search For Happiness. Just Forget Happiness And Enjoy Your Misery.

My Childhood Here... Was Very Limited. So It Was A Long, Long Time Before I Actually Went Out To Brooklyn.

Andy Says, I Don't Understand How They Can Give Loans To People Who Want To Spend Two Weeks Lying On The Sand At The Goddam Jersey Shore And Then Turn Down A Woman With Three Kids Hanging On By Her Fingernails.

We Never Really Had Any Kind Of A Christmas. This Is One Part Where My Memory Fails Me Completely.

I Must Congratulate Myself, In Passing, For Never Having Lost The Ability To Examine My Conscience, Never Having Lost The Gift Of Finding Myself Wanting & Defective. Why Fear The Criticism Of Others When You, Yourself, Are First Out Of The Critical Gate? If Self-denigration Is The Race I Am The Winner, Even Before The Starting Gun. Collect The Bets.