That's Not Writing, That's Typing

I'll Pay You A Million Dollars If You Tell Your Life Story For True.

A Man Who Doesn't Dream Is Like A Man Who Doesn't Sweat. He Stores Up A Lot Of Poison.

I Don't Care What Anybody Says About Me As Long As It Isn't True.

I Just Live One Day At A Time. That's My New Theory In Life.

When The Prisoner Is Brought Down From Death Row He Steps From The Elevator Directly Into A "holding" Room That Adjoins The Witness Room. There Are Two Cells In This "holding" Room, Two, In Case It's A Double Execution. They're Ordinary Cells, Just Like This One, And The Prisoner Spends His Last Night There Before His Execu­tion In The Morning, Reading, Listening To The Radio, Playing Cards With The Guards.