The Enemy Was Anyone Who Was Someone

You Can Love Somebody Without It Being Like That. You Keep Them A Stranger, A Stranger Who's A Friend.

That's All A Writer Has To Write About - What He Sees And Hears And What Not.

I Never Had A Rejection Slip In My Life.

She Had Only One Flaw. She Was Perfect, Otherwise Whe Was Perfect.

Still, When All Is Said, Somewhere One Must Belong: Even The Soaring Falcon Returns To Its Master's Wrist.