She Was There, And She Was The

I Know. I'm Very Hard To Talk To. I Realize That.

If I Were A Piano Player, I'd Play It In The Goddam Closet.

I Mean How Do You Know What You're Going To Do Till You Do It? The Answer Is, You Don't. I Think I Am, But How Do I Know? I Swear It's A Stupid Question.

Then Again You May Pick Up Just Enough Education To Hate People Who Say, 'it's A Secret Between He And I.'

I Thought What I'd Do Was I'd Pretend I Was One Of Those Deaf-mutes.