Listen, Dundy, It's Been A Long Time

When You Write, You Want Fame, Fortune And Personal Satisfaction. You Want To Write What You Want To Write And Feel It's Good, And You Want This To Go On For Hundreds Of Years. You're Not Likely Ever To Get All These Things, And You're Not Likely To Give Up Writing And Commit Suicide If You Don't, But That Is -- And Should Be -- Your Goal. Anything Else Is Kind Of Piddling.

We Didn't Exactly Believe Your Story.' Then --?' 'we Believed Your Two Hundred Dollars.' 'you Mean --' She Seemed Not To Know What He Meant. 'i Mean That You Paid Us More Than If You'd Been Telling The Truth,' He Explained Blandly, 'and Enough More To Make It All Right.

The Boy Spoke Two Words, The First A Short Guttural Verb, The Second “you.

The Truth Is You Don't Like The Theater Except The Times When You're In A Room By Yourself Putting The Play On Paper.

I Haven't Any Sort Of Plans For The Future But I Reckon Things Will Work Out In Some Manner.