When I'm writing about reality, I'm writing about death. When I'm writing fiction, I'm writing about life.
I fear that we read of war, like women gossip, to enjoy the bitter misery of others.
A Hamas terrorist, a UN aid worker and a journalist walked into a Gaza hookah bar. And no one could tell who was who.
The F-22 is a shameful, disgraceful boondoggle and it revolts me.
A nation that is Christian at its heart doesn't need to write it into law.
Idealism has devolved into madness.