If We Live Inside A Bad Joke,

Good Travel Books Are Novels At Heart.

At Night, What You See Is A City, Because All You See Is Lights. By Day, It Doesn't Look Like A City At All. The Trees Out-number The Houses. And That's Completely Typical Of Seattle. You Can't Quite Tell: Is It A City, Is It A Suburb, Is The Forest Growing Back?

I Ain't Sleeping. I'm Just Taking A Good Look At The Insides Of My Eyelids.

The Only Book By A Modern President That Bears Serious Comparison With Obama's 'dreams From My Father' Is Jimmy Carter's Short Campaign Autobiography, 'why Not The Best?,' Published In 1975.

The Falklands Held A Mirror Up To Our Own Islands, And It Reflected, In Brilliantly Sharp Focus, All Our Injured Belittlement, Our Sense Of Being Beleaguered, Neglected And Misunderstood.