“I have had more than a passing acquaintance with death. Too close. Close enough to know what death is like—and that is far too close.” One thousand people fixed their eyes on the beautiful woman at the microphone. One thousand people—among them Robert Kennedy, Frank...
Dear Tony: There’s something you ought to know right from the beginning of this letter. You are being stared at. You are being talked about. You have only to open your eyes to know exactly what we mean. For weeks we at Photoplay Closed our...
The trouble with Sandy is that she absolutely refuses to think pink. The whole thing is part of her all-out “boy insurance” campaign. “If it’s a boy” and says, “it’s going to be Jeffrey.” Then she adds, “If it’s a girl, it’s going to be...
Everyone dies alone. Everyone thrashes alone in the darkness until even the thrashing stops and all there is is darkness. For each his own separate darkness. But she died alone as only crippled men in charity wards die, whose wives and friends and children are...