I Didn't Seem To Have

The Real Truth Is That The War Didn't Have Much To Do With It Except That It Provided A Perfect Limbo In Which Two People Who Were Too Young And Too Related Could Start Kissing Without Anything Or Anyone Making Us Stop.

Every War Has Turning Points And Every Person Too.

Perhaps The Way To Succeed Is To Think Of Life On Earth As A Colossal Joke, A Creation Of Such Immense Stupidity That The Only Way To Live Is To Laugh Until You Think Your Heart Will Break.

I've Noticed That The Magic Getting Along With Someone Isn't Really Magic. If You Break It Down, You Can See How It Happens. You Say Something A Bit Off-center And See If They React. If They Get It, They Push It A Bit Further. Then It's Your Turn Again. And Theirs. And So On, Until It's Banter. Once It's Banter, It's Friendship.

But All I Could Think Was In New York That Kid Would Have Been Stuck In A Straitjacket Practically From Birth And Dangled Over A Tank Full Of Educational Consultants And Remedial Experts All Snapping At His Ankles For The Next Twenty Years Arguing About His Special Needs And Getting Paid Plenty For It.