I Rowed For Cambridge. I Was Pretty

I Do Have A Huge Problem, A Huge Problem. In Fact, Worse Than Watching Is Hearing. I Cannot Stand To Hear My Own Voice. When It's Coming Out Of My Mouth Right Now It Sounds Fantastically Interesting To Me. It's Rich In Light And Shade, It Goes Up And Down. But When I Hear It Either On Tv Or Even On Someone's Answering Machine, I Just Sound Like I've Had Half My Brain Removed.

I Hate Menus, I Hate Choosing Food. I Just Want To Be Brought. Bring Me Dinner!

I Do Actually Like Los Angeles. Partly Because I Was Told I Wouldn't.

I Have A Reverence For Medicine Because I Hero-worshiped My Father [a Former Doctor], And Because I Admire Doctors, I Admire Study, Empiricism And Rational Thought. I Don't Study, Empiricize Or Think Rationally Myself - But I Admire It In Others.

There Is Almost No Such Thing As Ready. There Is Only Now.