When I was in fourth grade... this wonderful teacher said you didn't have to write a book report you could just talk about the book you could do a drawing of the book you could write a play inspired by the book and that's what I did. I got to be so famous. I had to go around to every school and perform it. It was just so natural and fun.
My mother Lillie Specter was an angel and totally uninterested in politics.
There is humor in the specter of the worst disaster in our nation's history. All I have to do is sweep away the debris of shock to find it.
Happiness is no respecter of persons.
But happiness is no respecter of persons.
How does one kill fear I wonder? How do you shoot a specter through the heart slash off its spectral head take it by its spectral throat?