I'm Sick Of Not Having The Courage

I Wouldn't Exactly Describe Her As Strictly Beautiful. She Knocked Me Out, Though.

Always, Always, Always Referring Every Goddam Thing That Happens Right Back To Our Lousy Little Egos.

Were Most Of Your Stars Out? Were You Busy Writing Your Heart Out?

As Nearly As Possible In The Spirit Of Matthew Salinger, Age One, Urging A Luncheon Companion To Accept A Cool Lima Bean, I Urge My Editor, Mentor And (heaven Help Him) Closest Friend, William Shawn, Genius Domus Of The New Yorker, Lover Of The Long Shot, Protector Of The Unprolific, Defender Of The Hopelessly Flamboyant, Most Unreasonably Modest Of Born Great Artist-editors To Accept This Pretty Skimpy-looking Book.

You Take Somebody That Cries Their Goddam Eyes Out Over Phoney Stuff In The Movies, And Nine Times Out Of Ten They're Mean Bastards At Heart.