I love chicken. I would eat chicken fingers on Thanksgiving if it were socially acceptable.
What are the implications of a China that may be on nuclear parity with the United States?
I loved every second of Catholic church. I loved the sickly sweet rotting-pomegranate smells of the incense. I loved the overwrought altar, the birdbath of holy water, the votive candles; I loved that there was a poor box, the stations of the cross rendered in stained glass on the windows.

