When I Started Out I Was A

The Israelis Would Like To Live In Peace Within Their Borders; The Arabs Would Like To Kill Them All.

Welcome To Chicago. This Town Stinks Like A Whorehouse At Low Tide.

Any Time Two Characters Are Talking About A Third, The Scene Is A Crock Of S***.

The Mind Is A Mill Which Can Incessant Turn, 'til Its Mere Operation Focus The Stress Inward And The Stones Grind Themselves To Dust.

War Is Tragedy. The Great War Stories Are Tragedies. It's The Failure Of Diplomacy. 'war And Peace,' 'a Farewell To Arms,' 'for Whom The Bell Tolls.' Those Are Some Of The Greatest Tragedies.