I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.
I have so much I want to tell you, and nowhere to begin.
Were most of your stars out? Were you busy writing your heart out?
But you can't always tell - with somebody's mother, I mean. Mothers are all slightly insane.
Boy, did he depress me! I don't mean he was a bad guy- he wasn't. But you don't have to be bad guy to depress somebody- you can be a good guy and do it.
I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. It's awful. If I'm on my way to the store to buy a magazine, even, and somebody asks me where I'm going, I'm liable to say I'm going to the opera. It's terrible.