When the Savior Himself was born, there were troubled times.
I wanted to play saxophone, but all I could get were a few squeaks.
If I were not French I would choose to be - Scotch.
They were of many types of seals, all bearing the insignia of the King.
The '50s were a secretive time.
I dunno whether it was to do with my parents - we were working-class - but it was important to me to be self-sufficient.
During one of my early seminars, there were a bunch of seminar junkies there.
Both VisiCalc and MultiPlan were available when the IBM PC shipped in October 1981. 1-2-3 didn't hit the market until January 1983.
I decided sitcoms weren't for me.
Artists and musicians of the Sixties were definitely into clothes.
My toys were those of a boy: skates, bicycles.
If poverty were a man, I would have slain him.
We were poor, but we smiled.
Before me, music soundtracks were sort of afterthoughts.
There were no spells at my school, just a smack in the mouth.
We were the Spice Boys.
There would be no Star Trek unless there were transporter malfunctions.
If my tongue were trained to measures, I would sing a stirring song.
I'd have stopped writing years ago if it were for the money.
Rappers were my storytellers.
