Somehow, Some Way, Incredibly Enough, Good Writing

I Miss The Comraderie Of Live Television - The Fact That You Were On The Set, You Worked Closely With The Director And The Cast, That I Miss. But, No, I'm Happy, I'm Happy Doing Film.

I Think Willa Cather Did A Short Story Called "paul's Case," And In It, When He Finally Commits Suicide, It Says, "he Surrendered To The Black Design Of Things." And That's What I Anticipate Death Will Be: A Totally Unconscious Void In Which You Float Through Eternity With No Particular Consciousness Of Anything. I Think Once Around Is Enough. I Don't Want To Start It All Over Again.

A Word To The Wise To All The Children Of The Twentieth Century, Whether Their Concern Be Pediatrics Or Geriatrics, Whether They Crawl On Hands And Knees And Wear Diapers Or Walk With A Cane And Comb Their Beards. There's A Wondrous Magic To Christmas, And There's A Special Power Reserved For Little People. In Short, There's Nothing Mightier Than The Meek, And A Merry Christmas To Each And All.

Now Death Is With Us In Such Abundance And Hovers Over Us In So Massive A Form That We Don't Have Time To Invent A Mythology, Nor Is Our Creativity Directed Toward Same. Now It's To Prevent Death.

I'm Sufficiently Independent To Know That I Can Live Well And Comfortably All The Rest Of My Life Whether I'm Rejected Or Not.