People Perish. Books Are Immortal.

If You Go Back, 'the Great Gatsby' Would Be A Portrait Of The Rich And Fortune Made By Business.

My Literary Career Was A Fluke. Utterly Unexpected.

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.

Politics Is Never A Victory, It's Just The Remorseless Grinding Forward Of Events.

Cicero Smiled At Us. 'the Art Of Life Is To Deal With Problems As They Arise, Rather Than Destory One's Spirit By Worrying About Them Too Far In Advance. Especially Tonight.