It's Odd Being An American

Today There Are A Lot Of Novelists Who Seem To Be Writing To Be Reviewed, Not Read.

In The End, The Only Thing The True New Yorker Knows About New York Is That It Is Unknowable.

There Is Something Elegantly Sinister About The Rolling Stones. They Sit Before You At A Press Conference Like Five Unfolding Switchblades; Their Faces Set In Rehearsed Snarls; Their Hair Studiously Unkempt And Matted; Their Clothes Part Of Some Private Conceit; And The Way They Walk And Talk And The Songs They Sing All Become Part Of Some Long Mean Reach For The Jugular.

For Those Without Money, The Road To The Treasure House Of The Imagination Begins At The Public Library.

I Don't Ask For The Meaning Of The Song Of A Bird Or The Rising Of The Sun On A Misty Morning. There They Are, And They Are Beautiful.