No Book, However Good, Can Survive A

I Stole Their Future From Them; I Can Only Being To Repay By Seeing What I Can Learn From Their Past.

Once You Duct-tape A Ziploc Bag To A Man's Chest, There's No Going Back.

The Nations That Offer To Arbitrate Are The Ones That Think They Should Rule The World.

Quing-jao: I Am A Slave To The Gods, And I Rejoice In It. Jane: A Slave Who Rejoices Is A Slave Indeed.

Mom," Said Peter, "nobody Thinks You're A Lackwit, If That's What You're Worried About." Lackwit? In What Musty Drawer Of Some Dead English Professor's Dust-covered Desk Did You Find That Word? I Assure You That Never In My Worst Nightmares Did I Ever Suppose That I Was A Lackwit.