Feed The Lettuce To The Bunny And

Who Shot Him? I Asked. The Grey Man Scratched The Back Of His Neck And Said: Somebody With A Gun.

My Way Of Learning Is To Heave A Wild And Unpredictable Monkey-wrench Into The Machinery.

The Truth Is You Don't Like The Theater Except The Times When You're In A Room By Yourself Putting The Play On Paper.

It's Sometimes Better To Pretend I Don't Hear The Sound Of Somebody In The Nearby Woods With A Shotgun.

Brigid: I Haven't Lived A Good Life - I've Been Bad, Worse Than You Could Know. Spade: That's Good, Because If You Actually Were As Innocent As You Pretend To Be, We'd Never Get Anywhere.