To Call New York's Traffic At Holiday

Teaching Is An Art And A Profession Requiring Years Of Training.

Perhaps The Saddest Irony Of Depression Is That Suicide Happens When The Patient Gets A Little Better And Can Again Function Sufficiently.

I Don't Think Anyone Ever Gets Over The Surprise Of How Differently One Audience's Reaction Is From Another.

I'll Be Happy If I Can Just Stay Out Of Nebraska.

Being The Offspring Of English Teachers Is A Mixed Blessing. When The Film Star Says To You, On The Air, 'it Was A Perfect Script For She And I,' Inside Your Head You Hear, In The Sarcastic Voice Of Your Late Father, 'perfect For She, Eh? And Perfect For I, Also?'