If My Book Generates Any

It Turned Out That, Like Satan, Cancer Had Many Names.

She Would Grab Whatever She Could -a Look , A Whisper , A Moan - To Salvage From Perishing , To Perserve. But Time Is Most Unforgivving Of Fires , And She Couldn't , In The End , Save It All .

Like A Compass Needle That Points North, A Man's Accusing Finger Always Finds A Woman. Always.

I Think The Scale Of The Conflict [in Afghanistan] Has Dramatically Changed In 2003. You're Now Facing A Much More Motivated, Well-supported Enemy. I Don't See Any Quick End To This Thing.

Yes, Hope Is A Strange Thing. Peace At Last. But At What Price?