Somewhere Between Apathy And Anarchy Lies The

We're Developing A New Citizenry. One That Will Be Very Selective About Cereals And Automobiles, But Won't Be Able To Think.

I Would Guess That The Price Of The Script Really Is Secondary. The Credit Is Much More The Essence.

I Guess We All Have A Little Vaunting Itch For Immortality, I Guess That Must Be It.

A Word To The Wise To All The Children Of The Twentieth Century, Whether Their Concern Be Pediatrics Or Geriatrics, Whether They Crawl On Hands And Knees And Wear Diapers Or Walk With A Cane And Comb Their Beards. There's A Wondrous Magic To Christmas, And There's A Special Power Reserved For Little People. In Short, There's Nothing Mightier Than The Meek, And A Merry Christmas To Each And All.

In Eleven Or Twelve Years Of Writing, Mike, I Can Lay Claim To At Least This: I Have Never Written Beneath Myself. I Have Never Written Anything That I Didn't Want My Name Attached To. I Have Probed Deeper In Some Scripts And I've Been More Successful In Some Than Others. But All Of Them That Have Been On, You Know, I'll Take My Lick. They're Mine And That's The Way I Wanted Them.