I Feel Like A Cliche.

The Viennese Wash Everything. Where Else In The World Does The Government Hire Public Servants To Wash Public Telephone Booths And The Glass Over Traffic Lights? Every Time I See Someone Doing These Things, I Smile Like A Child.

At The End Of Their Relationship She Asked If They Could Still Remain Friends. His Face Stayed Expressionless Until He Said "no. Because We Put Friends In Boxes. You See Them Once In A While, Or Even A Lot, But Still They Have Their Box In Your Life, Their Specific Place. Their *category.* That's One Of The Great Things About Being Someone's Love-- You Have No Box In Their Life Because You're Part Of All Their Boxes. You're Their Friend, Their Lover, Their Confidante-- All Those Things. I Don't Want To Be Put In One Of Your Boxes And I Don't Want To Shrink You To Fit Into One Of Mine.

Far More Disturbing Than Any Spook House At An Amusement Park Is A Ride Through The Old Hometown If You've Been Away For Years.

In Poland, My Audience Is All Women Between 18 And 30. At U.s. Conventions, You Have The Fantasy And Science Fiction Crowd. At Harvard You Have An Entirely Different Audience. It's So Schizophrenic.

It's Always Fun To Walk Down The Street With Or Behind A Really Beautiful Woman, For No Reason Other Than To See How The World Reacts To Them.