I Am Not Biased Against

I Crave The Indulgence Of My Senses But This Is Countered By An Interior Desire That Is Even Keener Than My Senses To Know The Meaning Of Things

The Public Has Always Expected Me To Be A Playboy, And A Decent Chap Never Lets His Public Down.

My Dream Of Happiness: A Quiet Spot By The Jamaican Seashore . . . Hearing The Wind Sob With The Beauty And The Tragedy Of Everything. Sitting Under An Almond Tree, With The Leaf Spread Over Me Like An Umbrella.

By Instinct I'm An Adventurer; By Choice I'd Like To Be A Writer; By Pure, Unadulterated Luck, I'm An Actor.

I Felt Like An Impostor, Taking All That Money For Reciting Ten Or Twelve Lines Of Nonsense A Day.