America hadn't really been suited for its long and tiresome role as the Last Superpower, the World's Policeman. As a patriotic American, Oscar was quite content to watch other people's military coming home in boxes for a while. The American national ...
You were meant for me, Poppy. I can feel it in my fingertips when I touch you.
But the economy's out of control. Money just doesn't need human beings anymore. Most of us only get in the way.
One of the great beauties of politics as an art form was its lack of restriction to merely standard forms of realism.
...We'll exchange rings, we'll throw rice. We'll put down roots.' We don't have roots. We're network people. We have aerials.
