I don&#39;t think I was considered to be a cabaret singer because I didn&#39;t have patter that was written.

You can live a lifetime and, at the end of it, know more about other people than you know about yourself.

...and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage. The Grapes Of Wrath

She has even secret mischievous moments in which she wishes she could get him alone, on a desert island, away from all ties and with nobody else in the world to consider, and just drag him off his pedestal and see him making love like any common man.

Written By George Bernard Shaw

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