Cast aside any column about two subjects. It means the pundit chickened out on the hard decision about what to write about that day.
William SafireAbout author
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- Nationality: american
- Born: December 17, 1929
- Died: September 27, 2009
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Those of us who write and study history are accustomed to its approximations and ambiguities. This is why we do not take literally the tenth-hand reports of frightened and illiterate peasants who claim to have seen miracles or to have had encounters with messiahs and prophets and redeemers who were, like them, mere humans. And this is also why we will never submit to dictation from those who display a fanatical belief in certainty and revelation.
Christopher Hitchens
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Shel Silverstein
Surrender your own poverty and acknowledge your nothingness to the Lord. Whether you understand it or not, God loves you, is present in you, lives in you, dwells in you, calls you, saves you and offers you an understanding and compassion which are like nothing you have ever found in a book or heard in a sermon.
Thomas Merton
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Bruce Sterling
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Haruki Murakami