At This Point In Time The War

Even For A Girl Like Me, Then, There Comes A Day When She Can Stop Surviving And Start Living. To Survive, You Have To Look Good Or Talk Good. But To End Your Story Well-- Here Is The Truth-- You Have To Talk Yourself Out Of It.

Wouldn't That Be Funny, If The Oil Rebels Were Playing U2 In Their Jungle Camps, And The Government Soldiers Were Playing U2 In Their Trucks. I Think Everyone Was Killing Everyone Else And Listening To The Same Music... That Is A Good Trick About This World, Sarah. No One Likes Each Other, But Everyone Likes U2.

Life Is Extremely Short And You Cannot Dance To Current Affairs.

Something I Am Now Convinced Of, After Researching Everyone Brave, Is That None Of Us Is Born Courageous In All Respects.

When I Reached Fort Binjemma, For Example, Where My Grandfather Was Stationed For A While, The Whole Victorian Fort Was Decaying. Barbed Wire Surrounded It, Spray Paint On The Ancient Walls Claimed It As Private Property, And The Moat Where My Grandfather And His Men Had Grown Crops - In Desperation As The Siege's Hunger Bit - Was Completely Overgrown With Bushes And Trees.