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They were all wonderful [on Andy Griffith Show], but I enjoyed Andy and Don and Ron the most. Ron played little Opie so well. He really took acting seriously and worked hard to deliver his lines well. Andy was always fun and liked to tease. Don was nothing like Barney. Don was very quiet, which shows what a good actor he was.
Throughout my reading life, I’ve enjoyed many memorable meals-if only fictionally. The oysters at dinner near the beginning of Anna Karenina, the dinner Nana throws for her overflowing guests in Zola’s Nana, the walk through Les Halles for breakfast in Baldwin’s Giovanni’s Room, and nearly every meal in Monique Truong’s The Book of Salt.
The success that comes from my books is not something I feel very comfortable with. Past a certain point you have to accept the idea that the success is a lot to do with the timing and luck and that divorces you from it massively. There are aspects of it that I haven’t got used to at all. But I’ve enjoyed some parts of it massively. It relates to the same reason I did a lot of backpacking ? partly for the experience ? it’s something to tell my grandkids. It’s a weird chain of events to have in your life.
It was a dream for me to play in the red shirt – I will keep this shirt with me always. I hope this is the start of a lot of games for United, It wasn’t only me in this game though, I think the whole team enjoyed the game and did well. It’s the first match and we have done good things. It’s a good step and we’re very happy.
Nearly all bookish people are snobs, and especially the more enlightened among them. They are apt to assume that if a writer has immense circulation, if he is enjoyed by plain persons, and if he can fill several theatres at once, he cannont possibly be worth reading and merits only indifference and disdain.
I told myself, ‘All I want is a normal life’. But was that true? I wasn’t so sure. Because there was a part of me that enjoyed hating school, and the drama of not going, the potential consequences whatever they were. I was intrigued by the unknown. I was even slightly thrilled that my mother was such a mess. Had I become addicted to crisis? I traced my finger along the windowsill. ‘Want something normal, want something normal, want something normal’, I told myself.