You Can Count The Dead, But You

I'm A Complete And Utter Fiction. Then Again, We All Are.

People Are Good Or Half Good Or A Quarter Good, And It Changes All The Time- But Even On The Best Day Nobody's Perfect.

The War Was About Vanity, He Said. It Was About Old Men Who Couldn't Look In The Mirror Anymore And So They Sent The Young Out To Die. Was Was A Get-together Of The Vain. They Wanted It Simple--hate Your Enemy, Know Nothing Of Him.

Words Are Good For Saying What Things Are, But Sometimes They Don't Function For What Things Aren't.

You Cannot Read Any Image Of The World Trade Center Without Thinking Of 9/11.