With A Pencil And Paper, I Could

With A Pencil And Paper, I Could Revise The World.

Real Literature, Like Travel, Is Always A Surprise.

As One Went To Europe To See The Living Past, So One Must Visit Southern California To Observe The Future.

There Is A Peculiar Burning Odor In The Room, Like Explosives. The Kitchen Fills With Smoke And The Hot, Sweet, Ashy Smell Of Scorched Cookies. The War Has Begun.

America Has A History Of Political Isolation And Economic Self-sufficiency; Its Citizens Have Tended To Regard The Rest Of The World As A Disaster Area From Which Lucky Or Pushy People Emigrate To The Promised Land.