War is like night, she said. It covers everything.

I belong to a tradition that believes that the death of a single child is a blemish on creation.

One more stab to the heart, one more reason to hate. One less reason to live.

No one is as capable of gratitude as one who has escaped the kingdom of night.

Music does not replace words, it gives tone to the words

We believed in God, trusted in man, and lived with the illusion that every one of us has been entrusted with a sacred spark.

I write to understand as much as to be understood.