Hello, I Must Be Going.

I Was So Long Writing My Review That I Never Got Around To Reading The Book.

I'm Not Much Of A Correspondent. My Letters Are Not Only Uninteresting But Sparse. I'm Glad I Don?t Have To Write For A Living. It?s Arduous Work And The Money Is Very Uncertain. On Those Rare Occasions When I Wander Into A Bookstore It Amazes Me To See The Avalanche Of Literature And Semi-literature That Is Turned Out Weekly In This Country. The People Who Write These Things Are Either Desperate For Money Or Love Starved. Why Should Anyone On A Nice Balmy Day Lock Oneself In An Office And Hit A Typewriter For Hours On End. I Think One Of The Greatest Pleasures In The World Is Not Writing.

You've Got A Goal In Life. I've Got A Goal. Now All We Need Is A Football Team.

There Is No Sweeter Sound Than The Crumbling Of One's Fellow Man.

Why Was I With Her? She Reminds Me Of You. In Fact, She Reminds Me More Of You Than You Do!