Harpo Marx

Susan, an only child who never had any roots, and I, a lone wolf who got married 20 years to late, were adopted by the kids as much as they were by us.

In 1944 James Arthur and Minnie Susan were added to the Marx household.

In the fall of 1943 we brought home our second son, whom we named Alexander.

It is good to be in front of the lens to appreciate more being behind the lens.

It took me realizing that a broken heart has never actually killed anyone to find the courage to ask for what I want, in just about every situation. That was part of my own growing up.

Terrorists are not 100 feet tall. Nor do they deserve the abject fear they seek to instill.