Ambling across the lobby with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, my antagonist nodded to me and said, "Hello, darling." It was almost time for another public debate with ...

An atheist and a pastor square off—with surprising results. In a corner room, on the thirty-fourth floor of the Millennium Hotel, United Nations Plaza, I look for a place to sit. There isn’t one.

Perhaps the best thing Jerry Falwell ever did was die so that Christopher Hitchens could go on TV and spit on his grave. “Man of God,” “Religious Warrior,” “Inspiration” read the headlines. “Wrong,” ...