The Room I Wrote In

The Invasion Of Iraq Was A Bandit Act, An Act Of Blatant State Terrorism, Demonstrating Absolute Contempt For The Concept Of International Law.

I Can't Really Articulate What I Feel.

No Matter How You Look At It, All The Emotions Connected With Love Are Not Really Immortal; Like All Other Passions In Life, They Are Bound To Fade At Some Point. The Trick Is To Convert Love Into Some Lasting Friendship That Overcomes The Fading Passion.

Apart From The Known And The Unknown, What Else Is There?

I Never Think Of Myself As Wise. I Think Of Myself As Possessing A Critical Intelligence Which I Intend To Allow To Operate.