But Almost Any Place Is Baghdad If

No One In The United States Has The Right To Own Millions Of Acres Of American Land, I Don't Care How They Came By It.

People Permit Life To Slide Past Them Like A Deft Pickpocket, Their Purse-not Yet Missed And Now Too Late-in His Hand.

Christmas Is Not A Season. It Is A Feeling.

The Writer Is A Writer Because He Cannot Help It. It Is A Compulsion.

There Are Two Ways Of Doing Battle Against Disgrace. You May Live It Down; Or You May Run Away From It And Hide. The First Method Is Heart-breaking, But Sure. The Second Cannot Be Relied Upon Because Of The Uncomfortable Way Disgrace Has Of Turning Up At Your Heels.