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Without Khomeini, We Would Not Be Where We Are. What A Pity That, When Pregnant With Him, His Mother Did Not Choose To Have An Abortion.

I've Found What I Was Looking For, Child: What People Call Love Between A Man And A Woman Is A Season. And If, At Its Flowering, This Season Is A Feast Of Greenery, At Its Waning, It's Only A Heap Of Rotting Leaves.

Arafat Contradicts Himself Every Five Minutes. He Always Plays The Double-cross, Lies Even If You Ask Him What Time It Is.

Is It Right To Shoot The Poor Prostitute Or A Woman Who Is Unfaithful To Her Husband, Or A Man Who Loves Another Man?

One Day You And I Will Have To Have A Little Talk About This Business Called Love. I Still Don't Understand What It's All About. My Guess Is That It's Just A Gigantic Hoax, Invented To Keep People Quiet And Diverted. Everyone Talks About Love: The Priests, The Advertising Posters, The Literati, And The Politicians, Those Of Them Who Make Love. And In Speaking Of Love And Offering It As A Panacea For Every Tragedy, They Would And Betray And Kill Both Body And Soul.