His adolescents are displaced aristocrats who have lost their kingdom and wealth, which was childhood. [On J.D. Salinger]

…but don’t tell me I’m not sensitive to beauty. That’s my Achilles’ heel, and don’t you forget it. To me, everything is beautiful. Show me a pink sunset and I’m limp, by God…

The one that sang, old Janine, was always whispering into the g***** microphone before she sang. She’d say, ‘And now we like to geeve you our impression of Vooly Voo Fransay. Eet ees the story...