I'm Going To Quit Writing.

I'll Always Be Chasing You... Glory.

I'd Seen My Father. He Was A Poor Man, And I Watched Him Do Astonishing Things.

I Was A Gift To My Mother. She Was A Remarkable Person. God Or Nature, Or Whatever Those Forces Are, Smiled On Her, Then Passed Me The Best Of Her.

Mine Was An Easy Ride Compared To Jackie Robinson's.

I Was Not The Kind Of A Principal Player That Was So In Demand That Eight Or 10 Or 12 Scripts Came Per Month.