The Voice, Afghan Matchmakers Say, Is More

There's No Believing In God...we Either Know God, Or We Don't.

The Contrast Between The Familiar And The Exceptional Was Everywhere Around Me. A Bullock Cart Was Drawn Up Beside A Modern Sports Car At A Traffic Signal. A Man Squatted To Relieve Himself Behind The Discreet Shelter Of A Satellite Dish. An Electric Forklift Truck Was Being Used To Unload Goods From An Ancient Wooden Cart With Wooden Wheels. The Impression Was Of A Plodding Indefatigable And Distant Past That Had Crashed Intact Through Barriers Of Time Into Its Own Future. I Liked It.

Civilization, After All, Is Defined By What We Forbid, More Than What We Permit.

Good Soldiers Are Defined By What They Can Endure, Not By What They Can Inflict.

It Isn't A Secret, Unless Keeping It Hurts.