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I Don't Know Where We're Going Or How We'll Get There, But When We Get There We'll Be There - And That's Something, Even If It's Nothing.

The Dubious Privilege Of A Freelance Writer Is He’s Given The Freedom To Starve Anywhere.

In My More Pompous Moments I Like To Think Of Myself As A Writer Rather Than A Humorist, But I Suppose That's Merely The Vanity Of Advancing Age.

Do You Know Anything At All That Nobody Else Knows Or, For That Matter, Gives A Damn About? If You Do, Then Sit Tight, Because One Of These Days You're Going To Hollywood As A Technical Supervisor On A Million Dollar Movie.

In Pulp Fiction It Is A Rigid Convention That The Hero's Shoulders And The Heroine's Balcon Constantly Threaten To Burst Their Bonds, A Possibility Which Keeps The Audience In A State Of Tense Expectancy. Unfortunately For The Fans, However, Recent Tests Reveal That The Wisp Of Chiffon Which Stands Between The Publisher And The Postal Laws Has The Tensile Strength Of Drop-forged Steel.