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You Can Become Much More Independent, Much More Courageous With A Bank Account. And Also, Much More Independent And Self-reliant When You Know You Have Money Behind You.

I Think Willa Cather Did A Short Story Called "paul's Case," And In It, When He Finally Commits Suicide, It Says, "he Surrendered To The Black Design Of Things." And That's What I Anticipate Death Will Be: A Totally Unconscious Void In Which You Float Through Eternity With No Particular Consciousness Of Anything. I Think Once Around Is Enough. I Don't Want To Start It All Over Again.

I Don't Have Any System. I Dictate A Lot, Through A Machine, And I Also Have A Secretary. But I Used To Type Just Like Everybody Else.

You're Traveling Through Another Dimension, A Dimension Not Only Of Sight And Sound But Of Mind; A Journey Into A Wondrous Land Whose Boundaries Are That Of Imagination. That's The Signpost Up Ahead—your Next Stop, The Twilight Zone.

How Can You Put Out A Meaningful Drama When Every Fifteen Minutes Proceedings Are Interrupted By Twelve Dancing Rabbits With Toilet Paper? No Dramatic Art Form Should Be Dictated And Controlled By Men Whose Training And Instincts Are Cut Of An Entirely Different Cloth. The Fact Remains That These Gentlemen Sell Consumer Goods, Not An Art Form.