I want to resume the life of a shy person.
I hear a little firecracker go off when you come up with a good rhyme.
I love rhymes; I love to write a poem about New York and rhyme 'oysters' with 'The Cloisters.' And 'The lady from Knoxville who bought her brassieres by the boxful.' I just feel a sort of small triumph.
I think the most un-American thing you can say is, 'You can't say that.'
