Don't Be Afraid Of The

We Must Laugh In The Face Of Our Helplessness Against The Forces Of Nature, Or Go Insane.

If Anybody Else Says It's Like Old Times, I'll Jump Out The Window.

I Don't Think The Real America Is In New York Or On The Pacific Coast; Personally, I Like The Middle West Much Better, Places Like North And South Dakota, Minneapolis And Saint Paul. There, I Think, Are The True Americans

I Thought I Would Dress In Baggy Pants, Big Shoes, A Cane And A Derby Hat. Everything A Contradiction: The Pants Baggy, The Coat Tight, The Hat Small And The Shoes Large.

Friends Have Asked How I Came To Engender This American Antagonism. My Prodigious Sin Was, And Still Is, Being A Non-conformist. Although I Am Not A Communist I Refused To Fall In Line By Hating Them. Secondly, I Was Opposed To The Committee On Un-american Activities - A Dishonest Phrase To Begin With, Elastic Enough To Wrap Around The Throat And Strangle The Voice Of Any American Citizen Whose Honest Opinion Is A Minority Of One.