When a thing ceases to be a subject of controversy, it ceases to be a subject of interest.
You can go a long way with bad legs and a good head.
Van's sweater was soaked in blood.
Sitting in the back of that Hummer, my head in a hood, my hands lashed behind my back, lurching back and forth while the bruises swelled up on my head, terrorism suddenly felt a lot riskier.
As I get older, I've learned to listen to people rather than accuse them of things.
The nice thing about egotists is that they don't talk about other people.
Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities. Truth isn't.