I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.
Nor should the U.S. military be forced to remain in Iraq essentially as an army for one side of a civil war.
Everybody in Spain is sick of me. But in America, there's curiosity about the new kid on the block who doesn't speak English very well. The attention makes me feel vulnerable, which is something I hadn't felt in a while. But I like it.

