My Life Is An Open

The Business End Of Business Has Never Interested Me.

The Notion That Playboy Exploited Women, Because We Showed Them In Beautiful Photographs, Sexually Oriented, Strikes Me As Rather Bizarre.

The Westwood Cemetery Is Just A Few Blocks From My Home, And A Number Of My Very Dear Friends Are Buried There.

People Project Their Own Dreams, Fantasies, And Prejudices Onto My Life. So People Are Either Fans, Or Jealous, Or Disagree. Everybody Marches To A Different Drummer.

The Phenomena There Is Something In Us That On The One Hand Bonds Us With Like People But Somehow Makes Us Suspicious Of Other People.