I smell fear, he said with a quiet intensity. But not nearly enough.

He's become like that briefcase in the ground-full of gems yet void of light, so nothing sparkles, nothing shines.

History is written by the victors--and when there is no victors, it all winds up in the corporate shredders.

I mean, it's like we all get our raw materials from our families―but it's up to us whether we build bridges or bombs.

We want what you no longer want.

Beautiful is dangerous.

I'm against solutions that are worse than the problem. Like old women who want their hair dyed the color of shoe polish to hide the gray.