September 19, 2001: My loved ones and I could also have been at the W.T.C. I have always wanted to go back to the outdoor restaurant in the W.T.C. complex where in the early 1980’s they had that very fine pasta salad with angel hair, tomatoes, vinaigrette, and don’t remember what else, and I was going to ask my sister if she could take me there again.
September 19, 2001: My deepest, beyond-words sympathy goes to the souls of the victims and to their loved ones. Oh, the horror.
September 19, 2001: On Sunday, Sept. 9 I was traveling from Upstate and crossing a bridge with a view of the Manhattan skyline. As is my habit, I watched the skyline and said to myself “There’s my sister and nephew!” while the last landmark to show on the horizon was the World Trade Center; I still can’t believe that was to be my last view of it.
September 17, 2001: Those who committed the horrible acts of 9-11-01 in the name of God or Allah or religion or ideology of any sort are deluded. They committed these acts in the name of evil, which word I will not capitalize. These people are too unconscious to be religious; being unconscious, they fabricate lies and call them truth.
September 17, 2001: I hope people stop harassing people who they think look like or have names like Muslims or Saudi Arabians or like that. These terrorists are extremists, and the mainstream has nothing to do with them. Remember, for example, that Timothy McVeigh looked like one of us. We’ve got ‘em, too.
September 17, 2001: Those terrorists have no sense of humor. If they could have laughed at Saturday Night Live, they would have been incapable of carrying out their evil schemes.
September 11, 2001: Dear God – please help us all.