And when we look in through the windows, all we see are shadows. And when we try and listen, all we hear is a whispering. And we cannot understand the whispering, because our minds have been invaded by a war. A war that we have both won and lost. The very worst sort of war. A war that captures dreams and re-dreams them. A war that has made us adore our conquerors and despise ourselves.

Madness slunk in through a chink in History. It only took a moment.

When the United States invaded Iraq, a New York Times/CBS News survey estimated that 42 percent of the American public believed that Saddam Hussein was directly responsible for the September 11 attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. And an ABC news poll said that 55 percent of Americans believed that Saddam Hussein directly supported al-Qaeda. None of this opinion is based on evidence (because there isn’t any).

That's what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.

Non-violence should be a tactic - not an ideology preached from the sidelines to victims of massive violence.

This was the trouble with families. Like invidious doctors, they knew just where it hurt.

Here they learned to Wait. To Watch. To think thoughts and not voice them.