From Moorish Girl:
And I’ll always be jealous of how he [my father] once spent an airplane ride shooting the shit with Salman Rushdie (during his fatwa years). When he got off, a police squad was waiting to escort Rushdie off the plane. My baba came home that night and told me, “Randood, don’t believe when the donkeys say writing has no meaning. A row of police men in riot gear…for a writer! No meaning, my ass.”