In The Light Of Our Egos, We

The Mirror Is My Best Friend Because When I Cry It Never Laughs.

In The End, Everything Is A Gag.

Simplicity Is A Difficult Thing To Achieve.

I Do Not Have Much Patience With A Thing Of Beauty That Must Be Explained To Be Understood. If It Does Need Additional Interpretation By Someone Other Than The Creator, Then I Question Whether It Has Fulfilled Its Purpose.

When We Got Off The Streetcar At Times Square, It Was Somewhat Of A Letdown. Newspapers Were Blowing About The Road And Pavement, And Broadway Looked Seedy, Like A Slovenly Woman Just Out Of Bed.