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If You Were To Ask Me If I'd Ever Had The Bad Luck To Miss My Daily Cocktail, I'd Have To Say That I Doubt It; Where Certain Things Are Concerned, I Plan Ahead.

If The Devil Were To Offer Me A Resurgence Of What Is Commonly Called Virility, I'd Decline. ''just Keep My Liver And Lungs In Good Working Order,'' I'd Reply, ''so I Can Go On Drinking And Smoking!''

Frankly, Despite My Horror Of The Press, I'd Love To Rise From The Grave Every Ten Years Or So And Go Buy A Few Newspapers.

Refuse Any Image That Could Have A Rational Meaning Or Any Memory Or Culture

Fortunately, Somewhere Between Chance And Mystery Lies Imagination, The Only Thing That Protects Our Freedom, Despite The Fact That People Keep Trying To Reduce It Or Kill It Off Altogether.