I Hardly Remember How I

A Myth Is The Name Of A Terrible Lie Told By A Smelly Little Brown Person To A Man In A White Suit With A Pair Of Binoculars.

When You Grow Up In A Family Of Languages, You Develop A Kind Of Casual Fluency, So That Languages, Though Differently Colored, All Seem Transparent To Experience.

I Reserve The Right To Tell Shaggy Dog Stories Or Even Common Jokes As Part Of What I'm Doing. I Don't Give A Damn If Half The Audience Walks Out.

There Are Editing Procedures For Talks Just As There Are Editing Procedures In Jazz Improvisation.

I Tended To Emphasize The Secular, The Casual, The Colloquial, The Vernacular Against The Sacred.