We find things where we look for them.
It is a perversely human perception that animals in their native habitat are running wild.
I have fancied myself a rebel, but at every critical moment of my life, I have been exactly the child my parents raised.
The lesson of Good Friday is to never lose hope — or at least give it 48 hours.
If animals could talk, the world would lose its best listeners.
Here is the basic question: Are we marionettes, or are we creatures of free will who just happen to have a lot of jerky reflexes?