Love And Hatred Don't Take Turns; They

I Would Pretend When I Was A Child That I Was Charlotte Brontë, Because I'd Read Jane Eyre When I Was Ten And, Although I Didn't Understand It, I Loved The Idea That This Woman Had Written A Book. I Wanted To Be Her.

Had The Holocaust Happened In Tahiti Or The Congo, As It Has; Had It Happened In South America, As It Has; Had It Happened In The West Indies, As It Has - You Must Remember That Within Fifty Years Of Columbus's Arrival, Only The Bones Remained Of The People Called The Arawaks, With One Or Two Of Them In Spain As Specimens. Had The Holocaust Committed Under The Nazis Happened Somewhere Else, We Wouldn't Be Talking About It The Way We Talk About It.

Something Settiled Inside Me, Something Heavy And Hard. It Stayed There, And I Could Not Think Of One Thing To Make It Go Away. I Thought, So This Must Be Living, This Must Be The Beginning Of The Time People Later Refer To As 'years Ago, When I Was Young'.

People Don't Make Changes Because Things Are Wonderful.

I'm Very Aware That We Make These Decisions Toward Love Or Hate Every Day. I Certainly Don't Have The Stamina To Live Through Each Day Making Only The Noblest Decisions.