There Is Nothing Like A Man For

Remote Control. Ingenious Contradiction Of Terms. Fits Like A Handshake. Aims Like A Gun.

Children Love To Be Alone Because Alone Is Where They Know Themselves, And Where They Dream.

Slum Kids Die Slowly, Their Lives Eroded At So Languid A Pace That Even They Would Have Trouble Tracing The Disintegration. To The Children Of War Death Explodes Like A Car Bomb.

If You Need Three Adjectives To Describe Something, Then You've Probably Chosen The Wrong Something.

The Constitution Is More Than Literature, But As Literature, It Is Primarily A Work Of The Imagination. It Imagined A Country: Fantastic. More Fantastic Still, It Imagined A Country Full Of People Imagining Themselves.