There's No Bad Publicity Except An Obituary.

There's No Bad Publicity Except An Obituary.

The Bible Was A Consolation To A Fellow Alone In The Old Cell. The Lovely Thin Paper With A Bit Of Matress Stuffing In It, If You Could Get A Match, Was As Good A Smoke As I Ever Tasted.

I Never Felt So Much At Home As I Do In New York. I Must Be A Devil.

I Am Married To Beatrice Salkeld, A Painter. We Have No Children, Except Me.

Most Horror Movies Are Certainly That.