I Took A Little Celebrational Nap.

The Whole Magic Of A Plot Requires That Somebody Be Impeded From Getting Something Over With.

No One Ever Confides A Secret To One Person Only. No One Destroys All Copies Of A Document.

There Are So Many Different Types Of Writers. It's Just Sheer Coincidence That They're All Called Writers.

Most Movies Are Not Very Good. Most People Know It And Like To See Them Anyway.

Speech, Tennis, Music, Skiing, Manners, Love- You Try Them Waking And Perhaps Balk At The Jump, And Then You're Over. You've Caught The Rhythm Of Them Once And For All, In Your Sleep At Night. The City, Of Course, Can Wreck It. So Much Insomnia. So Many Rhythms Collide. The Salesgirl, The Landlord, The Guests, The Bystanders, Sixteen Varieties Of Social Circumstance In A Day. Everyone Has The Power To Call Your Whole Life Into Question Here. Too Many People Have Access To Your State Of Mind. Some People Are Indifferent To Dislike, Even Relish It. Hardly Anyone I Know.