THE GRILLED CHEESE REPORT

Though there's no scientific proof that Time exists, I believe Time is when a moment first tenses up and becomes a minute, and a minute then becomes an hour,

The number of people who can't live with themselves or others is expanding. It's not funny, it's sad; new hospitals must be found.

Free speech, a myth made in heaven.
The right to assemble, a relative fantasy.

Some days you look out the window and all you can see is the newspaper. Everything looks provincial then, no matter where you live.

I died in a dream the other night. Upon my death I am supposedly 'admitted' to heaven and taken there in an ambulance escorted by a squad of police cars, a cortege accompanied by wailing sirens.

I like to think that salmon and lemons came into the world at the same time, 1950, the year of my birth, because it makes me happy to think this is so and provides a basis for my mistaken belief

My whole adult life has been spent going after something original, but of light weight.

Feeling I'm being retro-fitted back into the world, I marched for freedom yesterday.

At a certain age I woke up and realized that I was a journalist covering a story I'd never get to the bottom of.

I am surprised F___loves rockets. He's the last person on earth I would have guessed to unabashedly admire space launches, as he's a fierce critic of the USA and deplores almost every one of its institutions.

At 11 am yesterday my neighbor Ethan Tong, 16, stepped out onto his back porch and played Mendelsohnn, a violin concerto.

We live in primitive times once again, with the proviso now that we always have and always will. Repression feels palpable.

I'm having a strange new love affair with time; time doesn't require as much from me as it once did. Very strange this feeling, not only the reduction of expectation as advised by the Buddha