'show Up At The Desk' Is One

I Would Have Been A Disaster As A Career Politician. I Would Never Have Toed A Party Line.

The Word 'however' Is Like An Imp Coiled Beneath Your Chair. It Induces Ink To Form Words You Have Not Yet Seen, And Lines To March Across The Page And Overshoot The Margin. There Are No Endings. If You Think So You Are Deceived As To Their Nature. They Are All Beginnings. Here Is One.

Back In My 20s, When I Wrote 'a Place Of Greater Safety,' The French Revolution Novel, I Thought, 'i'll Always Have To Write Historical Novels Because I Can't Do Plots.'' But In The Six Years Of Writing That Novel, I Actually Learned To Write, To Invent Things.

The Weight Of The Old World Is Stifling, And Trying To Shovel Its Weight Off Your Life Is Tiring Just To Think About. The Constant Shuttling Of Opinions Is Tiring, And The Shuffling Of Papers Across Desks, The Chopping Of Logic And The Trimming Of Attitudes. There Must, Somewhere, Be A Simpler, More Violent World.

History Is Always Changing Behind Us, And The Past Changes A Little Every Time We Retell It.