If One First Gives Himself To The

It Is Perfectly Legitimate To Write Novels Which Are Essentially Prose Poems, But In The End, I Think, A Novel Is Like A Car, And If You Buy A Car And Grow Flowers In It, You're Forgetting That The Car Is Designed To Take You Somewhere Else.

What A Heap Of Ash Most Political Careers Amount To, When One Really Stops To Consider Them!

Working 14 Hours A Day Until You're 55 And Missing Your Kids Growing Up Is Not What I Would Consider A Recipe For Happiness.

But Clever People All Make One Mistake. They All Think Everyone Else Is Stupid. And Everyone Isn't Stupid. They Just Take A Bit More Time, That's All.

Politics? Boring? Politics Is History On The Wing! What Other Sphere Of Human Activity Calls Forth All That Is Most Noble In Men's Souls, And All That Is Most Base? Or Has Such Excitement? Or More Vividly Exposes Our Strengths And Weaknesses? Boring? You Might As Well Say That Life Itself Is Boring!