However, It Has Long Been

But I Am Happy. And Happiness, I Have Decided, Is A Noble Ambition.

The More Precious His Gift, The More Anxious God For Its Return.

If You Write Really Good Material, The Rest Just Falls Into Place. There's Really No Trick To It.

But There Are Others Of My Kind...those Who See Themselves As Lions Among Sheep. As Kings--superior To Man In Every Way. Why, Then, Should They Be Confined To Darkness? Why Should They Fear Man?

I Nearly Broke Out Laughing When The Wrteched Soothsayer Warned Caesar: "beware The Ides Of April." I Thought It A Miracle (and A Relief) That No One In The Udience Had Snickered Or Yelled Out A Correction. How Could Such An Error Be Made By An Actor? Had My Ears Deceived Me?