The dining room in my old house was truly magnificent, but by far the worst room for conversation. I'd get up from the table, a very long table, and somebody would always say, Paul, I never got to talk to you.
I sang in the choir for years, even though my family belonged to another church.
Someday I'm going to go onstage in a dress if I want to.
A closet full of wire hangers can be the most dangerous place in the world.
If I'm not working, I don't know what to do.
My kitchen is not a place to live in. I made it white so I can tell instantly if it's not clean-and I like it clean enough to be able to eat off the floors-or the tables,for that matter.