The work of art assumes the existence of the perfect spectator and is indifferent to the fact that no such person exists.
Mom claimed that I could carry a tune at 2 or 3 years of age. Maybe she was a little prejudiced.
Everything's coming up roses - for me.
At one time I smoked but in 1959 I couldn't think of anything else to give...
Christmas carols always brought tears to my eyes. I also cry at weddings. I...
I like it when my mother smiles. And I especially like it when I make her...
My mother was a teacher.
I feel like a semi-single mum.
