You Don't Have To Love Them. You

I Don't Want To Leave Manhattan, Even When I'm Gone.

I Know Many Writers Who First Dictate Passages, Then Polish What They Have Dictated. I Speak, Then I Polish - Occasionally I Do Windows.

We Should Sell Them To Our Worst Enemies, The Russians And The Cubans.

But Enough Of Me. Lets Talk About You. What Do You Think Of Me?

You Don't Have To Love Them. You Just Have To Respect Their Rights.