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What A Terrible Thing Could Be Freedom. Trees Were Free When They Were Uprooted By The Wind; Ships Were Free When They Were Torn From Their Moorings; Men Were Free When They Were Cast Out Of Their Homes—free To Starve, Free To Perish Of Cold And Hunger.

I Have Put My Pen At The Service Of Some Of The Most Persecuted And Misunderstood People In The World. So Far As I Know Nothing Of The Kind Has Ever Been Attempted Before In Fiction.

Clothes, After All, Are A Form Of Self-expression.

Language Is Surely Too Small A Vessel To Contain These Emotions Of Mind And Body That Have Somehow Awakened A Response In The Spirit.

Man Could Not Live By Darkness Alone, One Point Of Light He Must Have For Salvation -- One Point Of Light.