I like the evening in India, the one magic moment when the sun balances on the rim of the world, and the hush descends, and ten thousand civil servants drift homeward on a river of bicycles, brooding on the Lord Krishna and the cost of living.
Loss of hope rather than loss of life is what decides the issues of war. But helplessness induces hopelessness.
It seems a lot of straight men need a word coach or a lawyer when it comes to discussing 'Sex and the City.'

