God knows there certainly ought to be a window around here somewhere, for all of us.

Warren Cox, God knew, was no prize; a commercial person, a sales person, the kind of man who said things like "x numbers of dollars". At lunch today, laboriously trying to explain some business procedure, he had said "x number of dollars" three times.

Acting might bring on emotional exhaustion, but writing tired your brains out. Writing led to depression and insomnia and walking around all day with a haggard look.

Every man has a right to keep his own sentiments if he pleases.

And do you know a funny thing? I'm almost fifty years old and I've never understood anything in my whole life.

God knows there certainly ought to be a window around here somewhere, for all of us.

Intelligent, thinking people could take things like this in their stride, just as they took the larger absurdities of deadly dull jobs in the city and deadly dull homes in the suburbs. Economic circumstances might force you to live in this environment, but the important thing was to keep from being contaminated. The important thing, always, was to remember who you were.