I Hate The Computer. I Hate Their

Freud Believed That Our Dreams Sometimes Recapitulate A Speech, A Comment We've Heard Or Something That We've Read. I Always Had Compositions In My Dreams. They Would Be A Joke, A Piece Of A Novel, A Witticism Or A Piece Of Dialogue From A Play, And I Would Dream Them. I Would Actually Express Them Line By Line In The Dream. Sometimes After Waking Up I Would Remember A Snatch Or Two And Write Them Down. There's Something In Me That Just Wants To Create Dialogue.

If The Scene Bores You When You Read It, Rest Assured It Will Bore The Actors, And Will Then Bore The Audience, And We're All Going To Be Back In The Breadline.

We're All Put To The Test... But It Never Comes In The Form Or At The Point We Would Prefer, Does It?

My Idea Of Perfect Happiness Is A Healthy Family, Peace Between Nations, And All The Critics Die.

We Recipients Of The Boon Of Liberty Have Always Been Ready, When Faced With Discomfort, To Discard Any And All First Principles Of Liberty, And, Further, To Indict Those Who Do Not Freely Join With Us In Happily Arrogating Those Principles.