In This Book I Do Not Intend

When We Got Off The Streetcar At Times Square, It Was Somewhat Of A Letdown. Newspapers Were Blowing About The Road And Pavement, And Broadway Looked Seedy, Like A Slovenly Woman Just Out Of Bed.

I Like To Walk In Rain, So That Nobody Can See My Tears.

Friends Have Asked How I Came To Engender This American Antagonism. My Prodigious Sin Was, And Still Is, Being A Non-conformist. Although I Am Not A Communist I Refused To Fall In Line By Hating Them. Secondly, I Was Opposed To The Committee On Un-american Activities - A Dishonest Phrase To Begin With, Elastic Enough To Wrap Around The Throat And Strangle The Voice Of Any American Citizen Whose Honest Opinion Is A Minority Of One.

I Will Not Join Any Club Who Will Take Me As A Member.

Your Naked Body Should Only Belong To Those Who Fall In Love With Your Naked Soul.