The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries.
If I wrote something that hadn't really happened, and I tried to sell it, I could go to jail. That's fraud!
We are what we imagine ourselves to be.
It goes against the American storytelling grain to have someone in a situation he can't get out of, but I think this is very usual in life.
If what Jesus said was good, what can it matter whether he was God or not?
The bounties of space, of infinite outwardness, were three: empty heroics, low comedy, and pointless death.