Writing A Novel Resembles A Journey With

The Luxury Of Being Half-asleep, Exploring The Fringes Of Psychosis In Safety.

I Think The Americans Are Dying To Leave Iraq. I Was Against The War But Longed For The Fall Of Saddam; The Decision To Go To War Clearly Was Taken Long Before The Matter Reached The U.n., Given Its Inevitability. I Kept My Fingers Crossed For The Emergence Of Democracy In Iraq Even If That Would Mean Victory For A Man Whose Politics I Have Little Sympathy With.

Be Wary Of Too Much Calm, Particularly In Your Mid-fifties.

Not Everything People Did Could Be In A Correct, Logical Order, Especially When They Were Alone.

I'm Holding Back, Delaying The Information. I'm Lingering In The Prior Moment Because It Was A Time When Other Outcomes Were Still Possible.