While I gave up God a long time ago, I never shook the habit of wanting to believe in something. So I replaced my creed of everlasting life with life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
The Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, the Civil War-when I really think about them they all seem about as likely as the parting of the Red Sea.
What are you hiding? No one ever asks that.
History is full of really good stories. That's the main reason I got into this racket: I want to make the argument that history is interesting.
Jesus and Lincoln, Moses and Jefferson can seem so long gone, so unbelievable, so dead.
I discovered that Robert Todd Lincoln was there for each of the first three assassinations. I wanted to write about the Lincoln Memorial, so when I found out he had attended its dedication, that helped focus it further.
Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves, Robert Lincoln bought a nice ski lodge.
Like Lincoln, I would like to believe the ballot is stronger than the bullet. Then again, he said that before he got shot.
In death, you get upgraded into a saint no matter how much people hated you in life.
Relics are treasured as something close to the divine.
I seem to have no problem revealing my crush on the man who murdered Lincoln.
I hated the lost colony; in second grade, we were doing American History, and they said, We don't know what happened to them. That drove me nuts. That lost colony drove me crazy.
Not that I want the current president killed. I will, for the record and for the FBI agent assigned to read this and make sure I mean no harm, clearly state that while I am obsessed with death, I am against it.
We go in to liberate Cuba, but Cuba still isn't free; we don't really think through what we'll do after the initial treaty is signed, but we're still occupying. There's chaos and torture and finally an outcry.
One night last summer, all the killers in my head assembled on a stage in Massachusetts to sing show tunes.
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