I Can't Give Up My

The Mob Taught Me How To Play Gin Rummy.

For If The Talent Or Individuality Is There, It Should Be Expressed. If It Doesn't Find Its Way Out Into The Air, It Can Be Turned Inward And Gnaw Like The Fox At The Spartan Boy's Belly.

I've Gotten Crankier In My Old Age.

I Think In The End We All Know That Our Best Friend Is Ourselves. We Are Born Alone And We Die Alone. That's The Journey.

I Don't Feel Competitive.