“Ha! Good luck, lady!" Gustav laughed and tapped his thick index finger against his temple. "No one knows what goes on inside this head. Not even me.” — Christopher Healy Copy Share Image
“THE GAMBLER,THE NUN,& THE RADIO Tonight, sent by the police, they come to serenade me.He laughed, then tapped his stomach.-I cannot laugh yet. As musicians they are fatal” — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
