So Much Of What I See Reminds

It's Always Hard To Remember Love - Years Pass And You Say To Yourself, Was I Really In Love Or Was I Just Kidding Myself? Was I Really In Love Or Was I Just Pretending He Was The Man Of My Dreams? Was I Really In Love Or Was I Just Desperate?

No One Is More Romantic Than A Cynic. I Do Think That You Don't Become Cynical Or 'unsentimental' Unless There's A Core Of Romanticism Or Sentiment That's Had A Few Chips Nicked Into It.

Here Are Some Questions I Am Constantly Noodling Over: Do You Splurge Or Do You Hoard? Do You Live Every Day As If It's Your Last, Or Do You Save Your Money On The Chance You'll Live Twenty More Years? Is Life Too Short, Or Is It Going To Be Too Long? Do You Work As Hard As You Can, Or Do You Slow Down To Smell The Roses? And Where Do Carbohydrates Fit Into All This? Are We Really All Going To Spend Our Last Years Avoiding Bread, Especially Now That Bread In American Is So Unbelievable Delicious? And What About Chocolate?

A Lot Of College Graduates Approach Me About Becoming Screenwriters. I Tell Them, 'do Not Become A Screenwriter, Become A Journalist,' Because Journalists Go Into Worlds That Are Not Their Own. Kids Who Go To Hollywood Write Coming-of-age Stories For Their First Scripts, About What Happened To Them When They Were Sixteen. Then They Write The Summer Camp Script. At The Age Of Twenty-three They Haven't Produced Anything, And That's The End Of The Career.

Reading Makes Me Feel I've Accomplished Something, Learned Something, Become A Better Person. ... Reading Is Bliss.