By The End Of The Week, If

For Years, I've Pushed The Idea Of A Column Compilation Book Mainly Because It Would Be Easy - I Could Just Staple 'em All Together. But Publishers Have Been Resistent, Feeling The Material Dates.

I'm Deeply Driven And Want My Finger Stuck In Every Pot There Is.

I Don't Know About You, But I Can Tell When Someone's Lying. They Can't Look You In The Eye - They Look You In The Bridge Of Your Nose.

For Better Or Worse, I've Always Tried To March To My Own Drum And Tell It Like It Is, While Preserving Some Integrity And Style. God, I'm Fabulous!

By The End Of The Week, If I'm Still Alive, I Get To Write Whatever I Want About It All.