It Was Good To Walk Into A

As You Know, Human History Is Full Of Evil Deeds, And Maybe We Ought To Think Of Them With Tears, Not Fascination.

There Is Nothing Harder, At Moments, Than Talking To Someone Who Has All The Power Of Silence.

I've Read There Is No Such Thing As A Single Tear, That Old Poetic Trope. And Perhaps There Isn't, Since Hers Was Simply A Companion To My Own.

...history It Seemed Could Be Something Entirely Different A Splash Of Blood Whose Agony Didn't Fade Overnight Or Over Centuries.

Faith Is Simply Whatever Is Real To Us.