The Conversation Seemed Just As

I Can't Write If Someone Else Is In The House, Not Even The Cleaning Woman.

It Always Gets Late With You. - Is That A Compliment?

Dusk Was Falling Quickly. It Was Just After 7 P.m., And The Month Was October.

My New Year’s Eve Toast: To All The Devils, Lusts, Passions, Greeds, Envies, Loves, Hates, Strange Desires, Enemies Ghostly And Real, The Army Of Memories, With Which I Do Battle — May They Never Give Me Peace. (new Year's Eve, 1947)

I Didn't Hang Around Films. I Don't Know If I'd Ever Seen Hitchcock's The Lady Vanishes.