Who Was Blowing On The Nape Of

I Lost My Balance When The Train Pulled Away, But A Human Crumple Zone Buffered My Fall. We Stayed Like That, Half Fallen. Diagonal People.

History Admits No Rules; Only Outcomes.

The Act Of Memory Is An Act Of Ghostwriting.

If War's First Victim Is Truth, Its Second Is Clerical Efficiency.

Faith, The Least Exclusive Club On Earth, Has The Craftiest Doorman. Every Time I've Stepped Through Its Wide-open Doorway, I Find Myself Stepping Out On The Street Again.