We All Suffer. If A Man's Wise,

You Don't Spend Twenty Years Of Your Life In The Service And Not Have A Warm, Nostalgic Feeling Left In You. It's A Small Service, And There's A Lot Of Esprit De Corps.

The Main Thing You Got To Remember Is That Everything In The World Is A Hustle.

That's What Happens With Writing. Ingredients Bubble And Cook. Material Becomes Substance.

I Think Most People When You Say Slavery Tend To See A Group Of Anonymous People Pulling Cotton Sacks In Great Plantation Fields, And That Is Largely True.

I Can't Feel Irish To Save My Soul, But It's A Fact.