What One Writer Can Make In The

The Question I'm Always Asking Myself Is: Are We Masters Or Victims? Do We Make History, Or Does History Make Us? Do We Shape The World, Or Are We Just Shaped By It? The Question Of Do We Have Agency In Our Lives Or Whether We Are Just Passive Victims Of Events Is, I Think, A Great Question, And One That I Have Always Tried To Ask.

Sometimes People Have Said That Islam, In Its Own Calendar, Is Still Only In The Middle Ages.

Madame Bovary And A Flying Carpet, They Are Both Untrue In The Same Way. Somebody Made Them Up.

In The Cookie Of Life, Friends Are The Chocolate Chips.

Faith Without Doubt Is Addiction