I well remember how sure I was of myself when I was in my teens. I'm not critical of teens today.

Just after I entered my teens I suddenly entertained an insatiable enthusiasm for the delightful habit of criticizing others.

So I'm a square! Well, at least I'm not a square peg in a round hole.

A face that is really lovely in repose can fall apart if, when its owner stars to talk, she distorts every feature.

A pleasant voice, which has to include clear enunciation, is not only attractive to those who hear it... its appeal is permanent.

Don't you want to know what's real and what's not? I remember when I was a kid, you know, this whole Cold War thing. They had us scared of the Russians. So, it's almost like, what's real and what's not?