Saigon in utter darkness this last night of the war. A gestating monster. Her letter to Linh had been simple: I love you more than life, but I had to see the end.

She did not think it was true that women fell in love all at once, but rather, that they fell in love through repitition, just the way someone became brave.

What was the point of living through history if you didn't record it?

Clear now that she was as dependent as any addict on the drug of the war. He had underestimated the damage in her.

A woman sees war differently.

Why did someone fall in love with you because you were one thing, and then want you to be something else?

Not only the artist watches his art with admiration but his art also watches his artist with admiration!

if you want to help others, your little self must go.

I will always love you Drizzt Do'Urden my life was full and without regret because I knew you and was completed by you. Sleep well, my love.

The problem is Twitter is designing the metaphorical equivalent of a Toyota Prius. A car for the masses. While I want a Formula One race car.

It can happen anytime, anywhere. I mean, you don't have to be in front of stuff that's going to make a good photograph. It's possible anywhere.

Chopped down the tree of peace, but it will grow again.

If I was roped into a seven-year TV contract I'd probably hang myself.

I write as if I've lived a lot of things I haven't lived.

However, in modern conceptual frameworks there is a more sophisticated view. I would say that the act of music exists in several worlds simultaneously.

In the struggle for the soul of American Jewry, the Orthodox model has triumphed.