"in France," Marcel Said With Wintry Dignity,

You'll Have To Leave My Meals On A Tray Outside The Door Because I'll Be Working Pretty Late On The Secret Of Making Myself Invisible, Which May Take Me Almost Until Eleven O'clock.

Santa Barbara People Are Conservative-not Like In L.a., Where Everybody Wears Rhinestones On Their Glasses To Show That They Own An Airplane Factory.

There Is Something About A Home Aquarium Which Sets My Teeth On Edge The Moment I See It. Why Anyone Would Want To Live With A Small Container Of Stagnant Water Populated By A Half-dead Guppy Is Beyond Me.

I Don't Know Where We're Going Or How We'll Get There, But When We Get There We'll Be There - And That's Something, Even If It's Nothing.

Nature, It Appears, Has Been Rather More Bountiful To Paul's Body And Purse Than To His Intellect; Above The Ears, Speaking Bluntly, The Boy Is Strictly Tapioca.