Some People Fake Their Death, I'm Faking

Writing Is A Concentrated Form Of Thinking.

The World Isn't Going To Be Destroyed, But You Don't Feel Safe Anymore In Your Plane Or Train Or Office Or Auditorium.

Certainly I've Never Tried To Imagine What The Future Will Hold. It's A Hopeless Endeavor To Try To Do Such A Thing.

I Embarked On My Life - I Didn't Do Anything. I Don't Have An Explanation.

America Was And Is The Immigrant's Dream.