My Yardstick Is How Somebody Treats Me.

Home Is Where You Feel At Home. I'm Still Looking.

Poor Slob Without A Name. It's A Little Inconvenient, His Not Having A Name. But I Haven't The Right To Give Him One: He'll Have To Wait Until He Belongs To Somebody. We Just Sort Of Took Up By The River One Day, We Don't Belong To Each Other: He's An Independent, And So Am I. I Don't Want To Own Anything Until I Know I've Found The Place Where Me And Things Belong Together.

It Should Take You About Four Seconds To Walk From Here To The Door. I'll Give You Two.

I Think To Be A Good Teacher You Need An Enormous Amount Of Patience And I'm A Very Impatient Person.

With One Exception Everybody Who Has Ever Been Involved With Me Is Still A Great Friend Of Mine.