William F. Buckley Was A Man Who

All Three Of My Parents - I Also Had A Stepmother - Were Teachers, And My Dad Taught High School, And As He Always Reminded Me When I Was Going To Spend Some Money On Something, 'your Mother And I, In The Depression, Had To Decide Whether To Spend A Dime On A Loaf Of Bread Or If We Could Go To A Movie With It.'

I Have A Disturbing Problem With Losing Things. My Vulnerability To Loss-distress Could Properly Be Labeled Not Only Inordinate, But Neurotic.

You Have To Be On Tv A Surprisingly Long Time Before You're Stopped On The Street. Then, When You Are, You Get A Lot Of, 'hey, You're Great! What's Your Name Again?'

The Very Phrase 'oscar Night' Used To Accelerate My Pulse. For One Thing - Dating Myself - It Meant Bob Hope. He Always Had Good, Strong Jokes, That Faultless Delivery, And Always A New Joke About His Own Films' Failure - Once Again - To Be Honored.

The Mob Became Unruly And The Police Were Forced To Resort To Sex.