If They Ask You To Stand Still,

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.

You Can Count The Dead, But You Can't Count The Cost. We've Got No Math For Heaven.

I Don't Really Know What An Adverb Is. A Dangling Participle? That Sounds Really Rude. I Don't Know What Character Is, Really. Plot Seems Vaguely Juvenile To Me. It's All About Language, It's All About How You Apply It To The Page.

Give Life Long Enough And It Will Solve All Your Problems, Including The One Of Being Alive.

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