Occupation: Journalist Birth: September 3, 1941 Death: August 24, 1990
Sales were lukewarm. Back home there was no freedom, but there were readers. Here there was freedom enough, but readers were missing..
We are not better than native born Americans, and of course not smarter. We’ve just been to the last stop of this bus..
There's a reason every book, even one that isn't very serious, is shaped like a suitcase.
If people are rude in Moscow, at least it's in Russian..
Let's assume there really is no such thing as happiness, no such thing as peace, and no freedom either. But there are kind of attacks of senseless ec….
Our life is but a grain of sand in the indifferent ocean of infinity..