All Great Masters, In Their

The Challenge Is To Lend Conviction Even To The Voices Which Advocate Views I Find Personally Abhorrent, Whether They Are Political Islamists Or Officers Justifying A Coup.

I Don't Want To Be A Tree; I Want To Be Its Meaning.

And Before Long , The Msuic , The Views Rushing Past The Window , My Fathers Voice And The Narrow Cobblestone Streets All Merged Into One , And It Seemed To Me That While We Would Never Find Answers To These Fundamental Questions , It Was Good For Us To Ask Them Anyway . Pg. 284

Time Had Not Faded My Memories (as I Had Prayed To God It Might), Nor Had It Healed My Wounds As It Is Said Always To Do. I Began Each Day With The Hope That The Next Day Would Be Better, My Recollections A Little Less Pointed, But I Would Awake To The Same Pain, As If A Black Lamp Were Burning Eternally Inside Me, Radiating Darkness.

Love Is A Sacred Silence.