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I Confess, Right At The Start, To The Doubts - And Sometimes Outright Dreads - That Go With Me As I Climb The Stairs To My Study In The Morning, Coffee Mug In Hand: I Have To Admit To The Habitual Apprehension Mixed With A Sort Of Reverence, As I Light The Incense . . . And Wonder: What Is Going To Happen Today? Will Anything Happen? Will The Angel Come Today?

I Read Constantly. If I Don't Have A Good Book, I'm Beside Myself.

How Easy It Was To Make People Happy, When You Didn't Want Or Need Anything From Them.

Actors Between Plays Are Like Ghosts Looking For Bodies To Inhabit.

Dreams Say What They Mean, But They Don't Say It In Daytime Language.