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The first time you share tea with a Balti, you are a stranger. The second time you take tea, you are an honored guest. The third time you share a cup of tea, you become family, and for our family, we are prepared to do anything, even die.

If we try to resolve terrorism with military might and nothing else, then we will be no safer than we were before 9/11. If we truly want a legacy of peace for our children, we need to understand that this is a war that will ultimately be won with books, not with bombs.

A good friend would offer you an umbrella in the rain. A best friend would steal yours and say, 'run, b*tch, run!

At weddings old people poke me and say, "you're next," so I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.

Tightened his bootlaceSharpened his bladeThe Hunter walked along and prayedFor tonight's prey--Song Of the Hunter

When all the birds drowned in the sliver bayWhen the smoke signal went into outer spaceNobody would rememberThe day the world went awayWhen the blood dripped off the rusted blade When the Bible was torn off another pageNobody would realizeThe day the world went away

There once was a good man who lived in a house alone.He didn't want any visitors so he kept his doors locked.That is until I knocked, knocked and knocked.The man wouldn't see me at first.He tried to resist the inevitable thirst.This is how it happens, I've seen it so many times.First comes curiosity, second comes desire.Third comes an itch that is most dire.For even a good man like him couldn't resist seeing more.So he opened his eyes and unlocked the door.