Facts cant be recounted; much less twice over, and far less still by different persons. Ive already drummed that thoroughly into your head. What happens is that your wretched memory remembers the words and forgets whats behind them. – Augusto Roa Bastos
The writer in western civilization has become not a voice of his tribe, but of his individuality. This is a very narrow-minded situation. – Aharon Appelfeld
Your heart has been sore wounded too. Dear Light, love shall cherish you, till you again look on life with happy eyes. – Byron Caldwell Smith, letter to Kate Stephens