I've Actually Gotten So I Don't Associate

I'm Not Sure Why Writing For Others Became Harder. Probably A Reluctance To Give Away Anything You Might Conceivably Use Yourself Caused A Block. I Did It, But It Remained Hard When It Had Once Been Easy.

Every Time Someone Says, 'you Know, We Really Ought To Get Together,' If I Were Really Honest, I Would Ask 'why?'

It Was At A Vividly Bad Time In Norman Mailer's Life That I Met Him, And A Sort Of Water-treading Time In Mine. He Had Stabbed His Wife, And I Was A Copy Boy At Time Magazine.

By The Time I Was In The Fourth Grade, I Sounded Exactly Like My Father On The Phone.

My Iq Is Somewhere Between Spiro Agnew's And Albert Einstein's.