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Every Writer Knows That Unless You Were Born Gifted With Either Supreme Confidence Or Outsize Ego, Handing In Your Work Holds, In Some Cases, Admitted Terror. If That's Too Strong, At Least Fairly High Anxiety.

I'm The Only Talk Show Host, I Think, If There's Such A Category In, What's Called, The Book Of Records, To Have A Guest Die While We Were Taping The Show, Yeah.

I Love My Own Coincidences And Love To Hear Other Peoples' Stories.

If You Have A Relative Who's Lost Interest In Everything And Doesn't Get Out Of Bed, Who Doesn't Care For Things They Used To, Can't Imagine Anything That Would Give Them Any Pleasure, Don't Fool Around With It; Get Therapy, Get Help, Get Medication If That's Right For You, Or Talk Therapy, Or Something.

To Call New York's Traffic At Holiday Time A Nightmare Is To Understate.