I Cry, Sometimes, Because I'm

We Do Not Understand These Americans Who, Like Adolescents, Always Speak Of Sex, And Who, Like Adolescents, All Of A Sudden Have Discovered That Sex Is Good Not Only For Procreating Children.

Whether It Comes From A Despotic Sovereign Or An Elected President, From A Murderous General Or A Beloved Leader, I See Power As An Inhuman And Hateful Phenomen. To The Same Degree That I Do Not Understand Power, I Do Understand Those Who Oppose Power, Who Criticize Power, Who Contest Power, Especially Those Who Rebel Against Power Imposed By Brutality.

War Is Something Arafat Sends Others To Do For Him. That Is, The Poor Souls Who Believe In Him. This Pompous Incompetent Caused The Failure Of The Camp David Negotiations, Clinton's Mediation.

I've Found What I Was Looking For, Child: What People Call Love Between A Man And A Woman Is A Season. And If, At Its Flowering, This Season Is A Feast Of Greenery, At Its Waning, It's Only A Heap Of Rotting Leaves.

I Cry, Sometimes, Because I'm Not 20 Years Younger, And I'm Not Healthy. But If I Were, I Would Even Sacrifice My Writing To Enter Politics.