Promises were like bad checks, easy to write and hard to cash.

It was the kind of experience, Molly said, that would grow calluses on an angel's ass.

The suicidally disgruntled were legion, And their enemies included any and all Americans, Brits, Canadians, Danes, et cetera; or, conversely, all Moslems, dark-skinned people, non-English-speakers, immigrants; all Catholics, fundamentalists, atheists; all liberals, all conservatives...For such people the consummate act of moral clarity was a lynching or a suicide bombing, a fatwa or a pogrom. And they were ascendant now, rising like dark stars over a terminal landscape.

This would have been less annoying had it been untrue.

One doesn't have to understand in order to look. One has to look, in order to understand.

Personally, I don't believe in anything more supernatural than what you read about in the Bible, and I only believe that one day out of seven.

It was amazing how these events lost their impact, translated through the flat gaze of a video screen.