Rushdie Is A Hostage.

The Modern Meaning Of Life's End-when Does It End? How Does It End? How Should It End? What Is The Value Of Life? How Do We Measure It?

There Were Moments When She Wasn't Talking So Much As Fading Into Time, Dropping Back Into Some Funnelled Stretch Of Recent Past.

I'm Not Reclusive At All. Just Private.

Look Past The Violence. There Is A Wonderful Brimming Spirit Of Innocence And Fun.

War Is The Form Nostalgia Takes When Men Are Hard-pressed To Say Something Good About Their Country.