Hollywood money isn't money. It's congealed snow, melts in your hand, and there you are.

More from 1955

• Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.
• If, with the literate, I am Impelled to try an epigram, I never seek to take the credit; We all assume Oscar said it.
• If, with the literate, I am Impelled to try an epigram, I never seek to take the credit; We all assume Oscar said it. Oscar Wilde
• I never thought I'd get here.
• It costs me never a stab or squirm to tread by chance upon a worm "Aha, my little dear," I say, "Your clan will pay me back one day."
• My land is bare of chattering folk; the clouds are low along the ridges, and sweet’s the air with curly smoke, from all my burning bridges.