Love Means Having Something To Betray.

I Happen To Write By Hand. I Don't Even Type.

It's The Oldest Question Of All, George. Who Can Spy On The Spies?

Those Who Are Not With Mr. Bush Are Against Him. Worse, They Are With The Enemy. Which Is Odd, Because I'm Dead Against Bush, But I Would Love To See Saddam's Downfall -- Just Not On Bush's Terms And Not By His Methods. And Not Under The Banner Of Such Outrageous Hypocrisy.

Our Power Knows No Limits, Yet We Cannot Find Food For A Starving Child, Or A Home For A Refugee. Our Knowledge Is Without Measure And We Build The Weapons That Will Destroy Us. We Live On The Edge Of Ourselves, Terrified Of The Darkness Within. We Have Harmed, Corrupted And Ruined, We Have Made Mistakes And Deceived.

Love Means Having Something To Betray.