June, July, All Through The

I've Never Worked For A Newspaper. I've Had Some Very Bad Reviews In Newspapers.

I Believe More In The Scissors Than I Do In The Pencil.

Hulga The Whole While Hollering Like A Half-slaughtered Hog. (attention, Students Of Literature! Alliteration - Have You Noticed? - Is My Least Vice.)

Wrinkles And Bones, White Hair And Diamonds: I Can't Wait.

The More You Know About Something, The Harder It Becomes. You Become More And More Of A Perfectionist. I Think It's A Curse... It's A Form Of Illness!