Anything Can Have Happened In

I Think In Order To Write Really Well And Convincingly, One Must Be Somewhat Poisoned By Emotion, Dislike, Displeasure, Resentment, Fault-finding, Imagination, Passionate Remonstrance, A Sense Of Injustice-they All Make Fine Fuel.

But Almost Any Place Is Baghdad If You Don't Know What Will Happen In It.

It's Terrible To Realize That You Don't Learn How To Live Until You're Ready To Die; And, Then It's Too Late.

Wasn't Marriage, Like Life, Unstimulating And Unprofitable And Somewhat Empty When Too Well Ordered And Protected And Guarded. Wasn't It Finer, More Splendid, More Nourishing, When It Was, Like Life Itself, A Mixture Of The Sordid And The Magnificent; Of Mud And Stars; Of Earth And Flowers; Of Love And Hate And Laughter And Tears And Ugliness And Beauty And Hurt.

But I Have Felt That To Be A Jew Was, In Some Ways At Least, To Be Especially Privileged.