It's Amazing How Right You Can Be

A Rowdy Bunch On The Whole, They Were Most Of Them So Violently Individualistic As To Be Practically Interchangeable.

What Is Always Overlooked Is That Although The Poor Want To Be Rich, It Does Not Follow That They Either Like The Rich Or That They In Any Way Want To Emulate Their Characters Which, In Fact, They Despise. Both The Poor And The Rich Have Always Found Precisely The Same Grounds On Which To Complain About Each Other. Each Feels The Other Has No Manners, Is Disloyal, Corrupt, Insensitive - And Has Never Put In An Honest Day's Work In Its Life.

I Hate Champagne More Than Anything In The World Next To Seven-up.

It's Difficult To Explain, But I Just Somehow Feel That I Never Really *have* Lived; That I Never Really Will Live--exist Or Whatever--in The Sense That Other People Do. It Drives Me Crazy. I Was Terribly Aware Of It All Those Nights Waiting For You In The Ritz Bar Looking Around At What Seemed To Be Real Grown-up Lives. I Just Find Everybody Else's Life Surrounded By Plate Glass. I Mean I'd Like To Break Through It Just Once And Actually Touch One.

At Some Point In My Life I Realized I Knew Only Celebrities, I Didn't Know Any Real People. I Think It Was A Master Stroke Of Fate That In Researching The Greatest Celebrity Of Them All, I Would At Last Be Meeting Real People, Finding Them More Extraordinary Than Celebrities; Fascinated By Them All And Enjoying Enduring Friendships With Some.