In Violence, We Forget Who We Are

My Occupational Hazard Is That I Can't Help Plagiarizing From Real Life.

Understanding Is Often A Prelude To Forgiveness, But They Are Not The Same, And We Often Forgive What We Cannot Understand (seeing Nothing Else To Do) And Understand What We Cannot Pardon.

The Exile Is A Singular, Whereas Refugees Tend To Be Thought Of In The Mass ... What Is Implied In These Nuances Of Social Standing Is The Respect We Pay To Choice. The Exile Appears To Have Made A Decision, While The Refugee Is The Very Image Of Helplessness.

Any Sizeable Portuguese Town Looks Like A Superstitious Bride's Finery - Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, And Something Blue.

People With Bad Consciences Always Fear The Judgment Of Children.