My Master of Arts degree means nothing at all to these monkeys and I have come to share their indifference.

She gave me a pledge card, a card promising an annual gift of $5, $10, or $25 toward the support of the Unity mission. I filled it out under the hot light of the projector. The name and address spaces were much too short, unless you wrote a very fine hand or unless your name was Ed Poe and you lived at 1 Elm St.

Lookin' back is a bad habit.

Listen, here's what I'd like to do: I'd like to live in a trailer and play records all night.

Nothing I like to do pays well.

Time just gets away from us.

On his deathbed he asked for a priest and became a Catholic. That was his wife's religion. It was his own business and none of mine. If you had sentenced one hundred and sixty men to death and seen around eighty of them swing, then maybe at the last minute you would feel the need for some stronger medicine than the Methodists could make.