...to Be Paid For One's Joy Is

Writing Is Still My Main Career, But I Would Love, For Instance, To Serve In The New York State Assembly.

If You Know Anything About Islamic Civilization, Or About The Contemporary Middle East, About The Sociology And The Anthropology Of The People Who Live There, And Their Recent History, And Their Religion, And Their Motivation And Everything, Then You Realize That Changing Iraq Into A Democracy Is Not Going To Happen. It's Just Not Going To Happen.

Because There Were All Kinds Of Hell - Some Were Black And Dirty, And Some Were Silvery And High.

The Horse Could Not Do Without Manhattan. It Drew Him Like A Magnet, Like A Vacuum, Like Oats, Or A Mare, Or An Open, Never-ending, Tree-lined Road.

Lonely People Have Enthusiasms Which Cannot Always Be Explained. When Something Strikes Them As Funny, The Intensity And Length Of Their Laughter Mirrors The Depth Of Their Loneliness, And They Are Capable Of Laughing Like Hyenas. When Something Touches Their Emotions, It Runs Through Them Like Paul Revere, Awakening Feelings That Gather Into Great Armies.