In 1953 There Were Two

This Is Sesame Street. A Place Where People, Birds, Monsters All Live In Perfect Harmony.

Presenting Statues Of Honor To Reporters For Covering An Earthquake Is Like Presenting A First Prize To A Doctor For Performing Surgery.

What Really Keeps Me Going Is The Constant Belief That It Could All Disappear Tomorrow.

Everybody Is Under Pressure To Shut Up And Sing.

Is It Any Wonder That For Millions Of Men The Only Intimacy Is Physical, Silent, And Predictable?