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.
The Americans have need of the telephone, but we do not. We have plenty of messenger boys.
Up ahead, I saw someone, a middle-aged lady in a hippie dress, falter and fall.
The moment we begin to fear the opinions of others and hesitate to tell the truth that is in us, and from motives of policy are silent when we should speak, the divine floods of light and life no longer flow into our souls.
The trouble with being poor is that it takes up all of your time.
The faceless, eyeless armed man above me kept his gun very level.
The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.