I'm Cautious About A Lot Of Words

Suppose That Throughout Your Childhood You Were Good With Numbers. Other Kids Used To Copy Your Homework. You Figured Store Discounts Faster Than Your Parents. People Came To You For Help With Such Things. So You Took Accounting And Eventually Became A Tax Auditor For The Irs. What An Embarrassing Job, Right? You Feel You Should Be Writing Poetry Or Doing Aviation Mechanics Or Whatever. But Then You Realize That Tax Collecting Can Be A Calling Too.

How Can Hitler, Or Some Other Murderer, Appear In This World? I Don't Think Any Single Theory Can Account For The Phenomenon, And I Think It's A Mistake To Try To Reduce It To Being Brutalized By Your Parents Or Having Grown Up In Some Horrible Situation - Like Charles Manson.

Love Alone Is Not Enough. Without Imagination, Love Stales Into Sentiment, Duty, Boredom. Relationships Fail Not Because We Have Stopped Loving But Because We First Stopped Imagining.

I've Found That Contemporary Psychology Enrages Me With Its Simplistic Ideas Of Human Life, And Also Its Emptiness.

If There Were A God Of New York, It Would Be The Greek's Hermes, The Roman's Mercury. He Embodies New York Qualities: The Quick Exchange, The Fastness Of Language And Style, Craftiness, The Mixing Of People And Crossing Of Borders, Imagination.