Paul Will
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Paul Will
two numbers house
Two or three times a week, I drive by the houses of numbers 78-100 just to rub it in,
editing acting input
And after you've done the acting, there's a lot of places you can put your input - in the editing, in the production of it, in the rewriting of it and so on
xbox son years
The most used appliance in our house is my 10-year-old son Leon's Xbox.
couple fall ideas
We all hold on to some image of the family we want, based one way or another on the family we had. Lots of people are thrilled about the families they came from, others couldn't get away fast enough. Most people fall into that vast middle ground: great affection mixed with a few ideas for improvement. A couple of things they wish could have perhaps been done differently.
smart writing gun
I'm not smart enough to write about something that didn't actually happen to me. But I couldn't write a space movie if you put a gun to my head.
smart parent dumb
As you get older you realize your parents don't look so dumb - and that you're not as smart as you thought you were.
stage refreshing
There's something very refreshing about being on stage.
nice laughing development
That's the nice thing about doing stand-up. There's no development, you just go out there and get an immediate response as to whether something is good or bad. Getting a laugh is the best measure of how well you're doing.
quiet problem lulls
Happiness is the quiet lull between problems.
my-future depends
My future depends mostly upon myself.
russia color prejudice
In Russia I felt for the first time like a full human being. No color prejudice like in Mississippi, no color prejudice like in Washington. It was the first time I felt like a human being.
rights political citizens
Whether I am or am not a Communist is irrelevant. The question is whether American citizens, regardless of their political beliefs or sympathies, may enjoy their constitutional rights.
african-american
As Americans, preserving the best...
summer song sweet
Yes, I heard my people singing!-in the glow of parlor coal-stove and on summer porches sweet with lilac air, from choir loft and Sunday morning pews-and my soul was filled with their harmonies. Then, too, I heard these songs in the very sermons of my father, for in the Negro's speech there is much of the phrasing and rhythms of folk-song. The great, soaring gospels we love are merely sermons that are sung; and as we thrill to such gifted gospel singers as Mahalia Jackson, we hear the rhythmic eloquence of our preachers, so many of whom, like my father, are masters of poetic speech.