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It's Unlikely I'll Ever Submit To A Psychiatrist's Couch. I Don't Want Some Stranger Prowling Around Through My Psyche, Monkeying With My Id. I Don't Need An Analyst To Tell Me That I Have Never Had Any Sense Of Security. Who Has?

[to The Critic Who Wrote A Negative Review:] I Am Sitting In The Smallest Room Of The House. Your Review Is Before Me. Soon It Will Be Behind Me.

The Less I Behave Like Whistler's Mother The Night Before, The More I Look Like Her The Morning After.

Too Many Of Our Countrymen Rejoice In Stupidity, Look Upon Ignorance As A Badge Of Honor. They Condemn Everything They Don't Understand.

All My Life I've Been Terrible At Remembering People's Names. I Once Introduced A Friend Of Mine As Martini. Her Name Was Actually Olive.