All day today there was so much smoke it was like nighttime.

I feel very strongly that today was a hard day, but it was a good day.

no safer today than the day the planes struck the World Trade Center.

It looked like we had been bombed in a big war, the whole city was on fire everywhere.

Houses are just burned down that nobody could ever get to. Instantly, there were 15 or 20 houses on fire at same time and no way to get around to all of them.

Just once I wanted a task that required all the joy I had. Day after day I had noticed that if I waited long enough, my strong unexpressed joy would dwindle and dissipate inside me, like a fire subsiding . . . . Just this once I wanted to let it rip.