Flowers die and wine gets consumed. Both are lovely. I appreciate both. Wine and roses. I actually had someone bring me a lobe of foie gras once.
I've gotten a lot of livid letters about the awfulness of my work. I've never known what to make of it. Why do people bother to write if they hate what I do?
| Florence Ballard, Musician (1943) |
| Robert Ballard, Scientist (1942) |
| Fantasia Barrino, Musician (1984) |
| Frederic Bastiat, Economist (1801) |
| Vincent D'Onofrio, Actor (1959) |
| Laurence Fishburne, Actor (1961) |
| John Gay, Poet (1685) |
| Franz Halder, Soldier (1884) |
| Margery Allingham, Writer (1966) |
| Buddy Hackett, Comedian (2003) |
| David Harris, (2004) |

