No One Talks About Money

Money May Not Buy Happiness, But I'd Rather Cry In A Jaguar Than On A Bus.

I Had A Strong Desire To Write And Some Free Time.

Usually I Avoided College Students, Whom I Considered Brutal, Wrapped Up In Themselves, Particularly In Their Youth, In Which They Found Material For Drama Or An Excuse For Their Own Boredom. I Did Not Care For Young People.

I Recognize Limitations In The Sense That I've Read Tolstoy And Dostoyevsky And Shakespeare . . . Aside From That I Don't Think Of Limiting Myself.

For What Are We Looking For If Not To Please? I Do Not Know If The Desire To Attract Others Comes From A Superabundance Of Vitality, Possessiveness, Or The Hidden, Unspoken Need To Be Reassured.