God Help The Man Who

She Was As Forthright And Simple As The Winds That Blew Over Tara And The Yellow River That Wound Around It.

Babies, Babies, Babies. Why Did God Make So Many Babies? But No, God Didn't Make Them. Stupid People Made Them.

My Age Is My Own Private Business And I Intend To Keep It So - If I Can. I Am Not So Old That I Am Ashamed Of My Age And I Am Not So Young That I Couldn't Have Written My Book And That Is All The Public Needs To Know About My Age.

And Apologies, Once Postponed, Become Harder And Harder To Make, And Finally Impossible.

Anyone As Selfish And Determined As You Are Is Never Helpless.