You cannot teach a crab to walk straight.

You cannot teach a crab to walk straight.

This is a momentous case. The UK is at an important crossroads. It can reaffirm its stand against torture, which read more

This is a momentous case. The UK is at an important crossroads. It can reaffirm its stand against torture, which is absolutely banned, or slide towards illegality by its tacit acceptance that torture is sometimes OK.

They typically had a game plan in mind. A lot of them are still hesitating. Until they really see it read more

They typically had a game plan in mind. A lot of them are still hesitating. Until they really see it starting to move up significantly, it's very difficult for them psychologically to move away from that.

We really looked up to Jamie and Justin, because they paved the way for us as the up-and-coming U.S. team. read more

We really looked up to Jamie and Justin, because they paved the way for us as the up-and-coming U.S. team. It's an unbelievable accomplishment for Jamie to come back.

This team knows that they are part of history but it also knows that they have done nothing yet.

This team knows that they are part of history but it also knows that they have done nothing yet.

Sir Walter, being strangely surprised and put out of his countenance at so great a table, gives his son a read more

Sir Walter, being strangely surprised and put out of his countenance at so great a table, gives his son a damned blow over the face. His son, as rude as he was, would not strike his father, but strikes over the face the gentleman that sat next to him and said ''Box about: twill come to my father anon.''

I didn't have any expectations.

I didn't have any expectations.

Instead of sailing off into the sunset, he hopes to sail into the next century.

Instead of sailing off into the sunset, he hopes to sail into the next century.

They seldom looked happy. They passed one another without a word in the elevator, like silent shades in hell, hell-bent read more

They seldom looked happy. They passed one another without a word in the elevator, like silent shades in hell, hell-bent on their next look from a handsome stranger. Their next rush from a popper. The next song that turned their bones to jelly and left them all on the dance floor with heads back, eyes nearly closed, in the ecstasy of saints receiving the stigmata.