How Do You Dare To Ask Me

[indira Gandhi] Looked Tired That Day, And All Of A Sudden I Exclaimed, 'deep Down I Don't Envy You, And I Shouldn't Like To Be In Your Place.' And She Said, 'the Problem Is Not In The Problems I Have, It's In The Idiots Around Me. Democracy, You Know...' I Now Wonder What She Meant By That Unfinished Phrase.

True Power Does Not Need Arrogance, A Long Beard And A Barking Voice. True Power Strangles You With Silk Ribbons, Charm And Intelligence.

One Day You And I Will Have To Have A Little Talk About This Business Called Love. I Still Don't Understand What It's All About. My Guess Is That It's Just A Gigantic Hoax, Invented To Keep People Quiet And Diverted. Everyone Talks About Love: The Priests, The Advertising Posters, The Literati, And The Politicians, Those Of Them Who Make Love. And In Speaking Of Love And Offering It As A Panacea For Every Tragedy, They Would And Betray And Kill Both Body And Soul.

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.

I Met Indira Gandhi In Her Office In The Government Palace. The Same Office That Had Been Her Father's - Large, Cold And Plain. She Was Sitting, Small And Slender, Behind A Bare Desk. When I Entered, She Got Up And Came Forward To Give Me Her Hand, Then Sat Down Again And Cut The Preliminaries Short By Fixing Me With A Gaze That Meant: Go Ahead With The First Question, Don't Waste Time, I Really Have No Time To Waste.