What you could say, and what I do argue in the book, is that he doesn&#39;t have as much concern for the lives of Iraqis as he does for the lives of Americans, or even frozen American embryos.

— Pode contar seus segredos ao vento, mas, depois, não vá culpá-lo por contar tudo às árvores — disse a menina, batendo com o pé no chão.

I always mean what I say, but I don&#39;t always say what I&#39;m thinking.

Pleasures, like schoolboys in a school courtyard, had so trampled upon his heart that no green thing grew there, and that which passed through it, more heedless than children, did not even, like them, leave a name carved upon the wall.

Written By Gustave Flaubert

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