I never thought that I was very intelligent
We have the most skillful, firecest, and certainly the most ethical ground forces in the world. . . I'm not saying we have to commit right now, but certainly don't pull it off the table.
The first time you blow someone away is not an insignificant event.
There is no corporation in the world that would, in a competitive environment, try and concentrate all decisions at the corporate level.
I can't imagine that I would be asked that by the president-elect [Donald Trump], or then-president [Barack Obama]. But it's - I'm very clear. I voted for the change that put the Army Field Manual in place as a member of Congress. I understand that law very, very quickly and am also deeply aware that any changes to that will come through Congress and the president.
I find it disturbing that no member of the Senate Armed Services Committee is willing to acknowledge that record of failure and to ask our next secretary of defense what he proposes to do to amend that sorry record.
The destruction that we have wreaked in the various theaters in which we've been engaged is really quite astonishing. But again, lethality, destruction, killing doesn't seem to achieve our objectives. So, my own sense is that a lack of lethality does not define the core problem.
I had no expectation that the Prince would offer me the unprecedented and unfettered access to the original and entirely untapped sources on which this biography is based.
Would you have done that in his place? Would you have left him and gone on?" "Of course I would!" Halt replied immediately. But something in his voice rang false and Horse looked at him, raising one eyebrow. He'd waited a long time for an opportunity to use that expression of disbelief on Halt. After a pause, the Ranger's anger subsided. "All right. Perhaps I wouldn't," he admitted. Then he glared at Horace. "And stop raising that eyebrow on me. You can't even do it properly. Your other eyebrow moves with it!
Of four infernal rivers that disgorge Into the burning Lake their baleful streams;Abhorred Styx the flood of deadly hate,Sad Acheron of sorrow, black and deep;Cocytus, nam'd of lamentation loud Heard on the rueful stream; fierce Phlegethon Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage. Far off from these a slow and silent stream, Lethe the River of Oblivion rolls Her wat'ry Labyrinth whereof who drinks, Forthwith his former state and being forgets, Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.
I hate to be where she is not, when she is not. And yet, I am always going. - Henry deTamble