Saddam probably had weapons of mass destruction, and even if he didn’t, he was a weapon of mass destruction. A guy I dated my senior year made a lot of jokes about his own weapon of mass destruction, and I was more interested in the guy than I was in the war.

To talk about something is the first step toward invading it.

There was too much protection in a drone, protection that was also a denial of one’s own humanity, very much like the protection offered by a burqa.

All across the region the sexual revolution would arrive by tank.

See,” Miranda said, “this is the truth.” Sitting in class one morning, I found her pubic hair in my teeth.

Genocide, as many have noted, is a form of community-building.

I had always thought that vaginas, with their flaps and folds, looked somehow unfinished.

Journalists of late seem too eager to change the world in various ways; the point is to describe it, accurately and carefully.

It’s something of a cliché, at least among war correspondents, that war makes people unusually horny; what it actually does is make you want to touch as much flesh as you can get your hands on.

Accepting punishment – that would be revolutionary.