Teaching Is Too Strong A Word For

I Have Reached The Point Where I Know That As Long As I Sit Down To Write, The Ideas Will Come. What They Will Be, I Don't Know.

Well, You Give Me Too Much Credit For Foresight And Planning. I Haven't Got A Clue What The Hell I'm Doing.

You Do The Best You Can And You Deal With The Consequences. It's All There Is.

Writer's Block? I've Never Heard Of A Plumber Complain About Plumber's Block.

This Was 1954, Friends. The Girls' Dorm Was Off Limits. Even To Girls, I Think.