A moral cynicism was sapping the strength of our society, half-lies were not only condoned, but regarded as smart. Many had remained untouched by the welter of the holocaust of battle fields, mass bombings, prison camps, the blood, pain, heartbreak a...
What I quickly discovered is that our so-called new South Africa has as much material for a story-teller as the old one. The landscape hasn't really changed. Who is in power now is different to who was in power then, but the squatter camps grow like ...
So many times the debate of abortion turns to legality. The issue is not legality, the issue is morality. Have you not forgotten? It was legal for Adolf Hitler to place all of those men, women, and children in concentration camps and murder them. Abo...
I don't like fantasy where a king snaps his fingers and suddenly a whole army appears and goes off to war - he's got to feed them, he's got to pay them, he's got to take care of the camp followers and the gamblers and the people who cause disorder.
And you’re beautiful. You’d have to work pretty hard to mess that up.
My education began in the public schools of Wilmington. During most of these years, from about age 10, I also worked at some job or other after school, on weekends, and in the summer months.
It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong.
Veal! Trust these bloated plutocrats to eat the flesh of poor, newly-born calves!
I spent most summers in Italy as a child either in Tuscany or at the Amalfi coast.
We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.
Every girl should have at least one wild fling on her resumé.
The music never leaves. Once you have it, you can't lose it.
A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.
He was so handsome, so beautiful. Inside and out.
Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Pride must be a summer thing, because it "comes before the fall.
The late-night backyard encounter and kiss induced insomnia.
Unseen, one summer eve, you kissed me in four places.
Don’t marry him. Don’t be with him. Be with me.
In wintertime I like to wear flannel button down pyjamas, and in summer I prefer to wear, well... nothing.
Palin seems to have forgotten that her poll ratings have plummeted since the summer of 2011.
