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I'd Done Some Acting In High School. Then I Went To Kenyon College And Got Thrown In Jail And Kicked Off The Football Team. Since I Was Determined Not To Study Very Much, I Majored In Theater The Last Two Years. Got My Degree In Speech; They Didn't Actually Have A Degree In Theater. I Graduated At Two O'clock In The Afternoon, And At Three-thirty I Was On The Train For Williams Bay, Wisconsin, For Summer Stock, And Then I Did Winter Stock.

I Picture My Epitaph: 'here Lies Paul Newman, Who Died A Failure Because His Eyes Turned Brown.

There Really Is No Such Thing As A Sick Child; There Are Children Who Happen To Be Sick. Think About It, And You Will Understand The Magic Of The Camps

A Dollar Won Is Twice As Sweet As A Dollar Earned.

Where The Hell Are The Singing Cats?