You May Be Wondering Why I Went

A Committee Is A Group Of Individuals Who All Put In A Perfectly Good Color, And It Comes Out Gray.

I Had Moved Out Of The Edison Hotel Because I Couldn't Pay The Bill And Was Living At The Lincoln Hotel, Where I Couldn't Pay The Bill Either, But It Was Cheaper.

The Whole City Gives You The Impression Of Impermanence. You Have The Feeling That One Day Someone Is Going To Yell, "cut! Strike It!" And Then The Stagehands Will Scurry Out And Remove The Mountains, The Movie-star Homes, The Hollywood Bowl--everything.

A "normal" Person Is The Sort Of Person That Might Be Designed By A Committee. You Know, "each Person Puts In A Pretty Color And It Comes Out Gray."

Grandma Cheated Whenever She Could. She Cheated Because It Was A Much More Scientific And Surer Way Of Winning Than Trusting To Luck.