He Have His Goodness Now. God Forbid

And Old Dave, He'd Go Up To His Room, Y'understand, Put On His Green Velvet Slippers - I'll Never Forget - And Pick Up His Phone And Call The Buyers, And Without Leaving His Room, At The Age Of Eighty-four, He Made His Living. And When I Saw That, I Realized That Selling Was The Greatest Career A Man Could Want.

The Best Of Our Theater Is Standing On Tiptoe, Striving To See Over The Shoulders Of Father And Mother. The Worst Is Exploiting And Wallowing In The Self-pity Of Adolescence And Obsessive Keyhole Sexuality. The Way Out, As The Poet Says, Is Always Through.

A Character Is Defined By The Kinds Of Challenges He Cannot Walk Away From. And By Those He Has Walked Away From That Cause Him Remorse.

He's Not The Finest Character That Ever Lived. But He's A Human Being, And A Terrible Thing Is Happening To Him. So Attention Must Be Paid.

Certainly The Most Diverse, If Minor, Pastime Of Literary Life Is The Game Of Find The Author.