Everybody on this floor wants to send the same loud and clear message: that Congress is united in its opposition to terror and we are all deeply concerned about the future and security of our close friend and ally, Israel.
It is exactly because we are a city that embraces freedom, that welcomes everyone and encourages their dreams, that New York remains on the front lines in the war on terror.
Ironically, it is exactly because we are a city that embraces freedom, that welcomes everyone and encourages their dreams, that New York remains on the front lines in the war on terror.
If you take the biological weapons in the United States we still will have perhaps a single individual who was able to make anthrax, dry it, and spread it through the mail and cause terror.
There is no meeting of minds, no point of understanding with such terror. Just a choice: Defeat it or be defeated by it. And defeat it we must.
This is now a global war on terror and, indeed, it is important, it is imperative that we win in the battles in Afghanistan and that we win in the battles in Iraq. And as the gentleman from Georgia has mentioned, this is not something that is going to be quick and easy.
We live in a world of guns, bombs and terror. To conquer hate seems a nigh-impossible task.
American foreign policy has been - and must continue to be - based on unequivocal support for Israel's right to exist and to be free from terror.
We take our international responsibilities very seriously and will not withdraw our troops from Iraq... Otherwise, the victims of terror in Madrid will have died in vain.
And the terror itself is an example of the world's uncontrollability.
In the final analysis, terror is also another proof of the fact that the superpower is not really a superpower. It was vulnerable.
To win the war on terror, we must know who our friends are and where our enemies are hiding. We can't continue fighting terrorism using the same foreign policy blueprints that were in place before September 11th.
The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries with terror before being defeated.
I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.
No one understands my ills, nor the terror that fills my breast, who does not know the heart of a mother.