The Rest Of My Life Will Be

My Dream Of Happiness: A Quiet Spot By The Jamaican Seashore . . . Hearing The Wind Sob With The Beauty And The Tragedy Of Everything. Sitting Under An Almond Tree, With The Leaf Spread Over Me Like An Umbrella.

I Portray Myself As Wicked, Hoping I Will Not Be Regarded As Wicked. But I May Be Wicked In The Biblical Sense

If They Say I Am Inconsistent Let Them Say It, For It Is True, Because Inconsistency Is A Part Of Living

I Intend To Live The First Half Of My Life. I Don't Care About The Rest.

They've Great Respect For The Dead In Hollywood, But None For The Living.