The day after the prison was transferred to the military intelligence command, they had an entire battalion - 1, 200, 1, 500 soldiers - arrive at Abu Ghraib just for force protection alone.

There was a military police brigade with over 3,400 soldiers getting ready to go home because their mission - prisoner-of-war operations - was finished.

At that time, about July 5, we had no Iraqi corrections officers working for us. It was a responsibility of the CPA, with contractors, to set up a training program.

I knew how many MPs I had assigned to the brigade, how many military prison operations I would be running, but we needed to evaluate how many criminal prison operations we could support.

I thought that that mission and the mission of taking care of those soldiers were my priorities, and I stand by the same today. There wasn't a lot of support for those soldiers.

I had 16 other prisons that I needed to pay attention to, and we did. And I had 3,400 soldiers who were depending on me to take care of them, and I did.

They transfer the prison, and all of a sudden all this money cuts loose, all these people cut loose.

Military intelligence interrogators, however, their goal is to get information, to save lives, to stop the war, to find Saddam - whatever the information is going to be used for, at whatever cost.

There was a military police brigade with over 3, 400 soldiers getting ready to go home because their mission - prisoner-of-war operations - was finished.

The Good News is the gospel of Truth.

The mind is a curious thing, Abby. We see what we want to see, we hear what we're hoping to hear. The one thing we all do well is fool ourselves.

My mom used to call me a parrot, because the way I spoke would change in every country we'd go to.

We forget most of our dreams because we don't have access to those parts of our brain once we are switched to wakefulness. But why we evolved that way is a puzzle to me.

Fate is fickle, and the company of unwilling friends short lived.

Creative people have to be fed from the divine source.

I learned I'm not a science writer. I'm not very good at describing how something is happening. I try to describe "So What?"

In this Music [the singing of the angels in harmony] the World was begun; for Iluvatar made visible the song of the Ainur,and they beheld it as a light in the darkness.

The Broadway schedule is so tough, so relentless there was almost no time to enjoy all the stuff.

A fit of laughter, which has been indulged to excess, almost always produces a violent reaction.