The people of England have been led in Mesopotamia into a trap from which it will be hard to escape with dignity and honor.

I wrote my will across the sky, in stars

To make war upon rebellion is messy and slow, like eating soup with a knife.

He was old and wise, which meant tired and disappointed.

To me an unnecessary action, or shot, or casualty, was not only waste but sin.

Misery, anger, indignation, discomfort-those conditions produce literature. Contentment-never. So there you are.

If I could talk it like Dahoum, you would never be tired of listening to me.