Few Americans born after the Civil War know much about war. Real war. War that seeks you out. War that arrives on your doorstep – not once in a blue moon, but once a month or a week or a day.
God may be in the details, but the goddess is in the questions. Once we begin to ask them, there’s no turning back.
Woman is at once apple and serpent.
Others may make you promises, once again, and then election after election not deliver. We will not do this.
There comes a time in the seeker’s life when he discovers that he is at once the lover and the beloved.
It is always the same: once you are liberated, you are forced to ask who you are.
In the Andes and the Alps, I have seen melting glaciers. At both of the Earth’s Poles, I have seen open sea where ice once dominated the horizon.
Revenge is not always sweet, once it is consummated we feel inferior to our victim.
For two decades the state has been taking liberties, and these liberties were once ours.
The worst thing we could do is impose time limits and then expect people to sink or swim once they move off welfare.