Life Was What Happened When All The

Seeing Her Sitting There Unresponsive Makes Me Realize That Silence Has A Sound.

The Truth Was, History Repeated Itself On A Daily Basis; Mistakes Were Made Over And Over. People Were Haunted By What They Had Done, And By What They Hadn't Had Time To Do.

Hunger, She Often Tells Me, Has Nothing To Do With The Belly And Everything To Do With The Mind. What Mary Really Runs Isn't A Bakery, But A Community.

For Better Or For Worse, Music Is The Language Of Memory. It Is Also The Language Of Love.

I Want To Live," He Said, "so I Have To Die.