Slowly, Painstakingly, Like Ants, Men Would Make

Could Fulfillment Ever Be Felt As Deeply As Loss?

Looking A Dead Insect In The Sack Of Basmati That Had Come All The Way From Dehra Dun, He Almost Wept With Sorrow And Marvel At Its Journey, Which Was Tenderness For His Own Journey. In India Almost Nobody Would Be Able To Afford This Rice, And You Had To Travel Around The World To Be Able To Eat Such Things Where They Were Cheap Enough That You Could Gobble Them Down Without Being Rich; And When You Got Home To The Place Where They Grew, You Couldn't Afford Them Anymore.

The Publishing World Is Very Timid. Readers Are Much Braver.

We Think Of Immigration As A Western Issue But, Of Course, It Isn't.

I Love Truman Capote, Tennessee Williams, Flannery O'connor. I Read A Lot Of American Writers.