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I Remember Opening My Dad's Closet And There Were, Like, 40 Suits, Every Color Of The Rainbow, Plaid And Winter And Summer. He Had Two Jewelry Boxes Full Of Watches And Lighters And Cuff Links. And Just... He Was That Guy. He Was Probably Unfulfilled In His Life In Many Ways.

It Couldn't Be A Simpler Answer. Marriage Doesn't Really Mean Anything To Me. I Feel Like In Many Ways Marriage Is More For The Families Of The Couple Than For The People Involved, So I Don't Gravitate To It.

Losing Both Parents At A Young Age Gave Me A Sense That You Can't Really Control Life - So You'd Better Live It While It's Here. I Stopped Believing In A Storybook Existence A Long Time Ago. All You Can Do Is Push In A Direction And See What Comes Of It.

It Is Nice When Things End. That Is What Stories Do - They End. It Is Hard To Write Endings And It Is Hard To Come To The End Of Things, But I Think When It Is Done Right, It Is A Very Satisfying Way To Appreciate Something.

Men Ruled The Roost And Women Played A Subservient Role [in The 1960s]. Working Wives Were A Rarity, Because Their Place Was In The Home, Bringing Up The Kids. The Women Who Did Work Were Treated As Second-class Citizens Because It Was A Male-dominated Society. That Was A Fact Of Life Then. But It Wouldn't Be Tolerated Today, And That's Quite Right In My Book... People Look Back On Those Days Through A Thick Veil Of Nostalgia, But Life Was Hard If You Were Anything Other Than A Rich, Powerful, White Male.