Though we talk peace, we wage war. Sometimes we even wage war in the name of peace. Does that seem paradoxical? Well, war is not afraid of paradoxes.

Memory feeds a culture, nourishes hope and makes a human, human.

I believe a human being - if he or she wants to remain human, then he or she must do something with what we have seen, endured, witnessed.

Occasionally, I come to moments of anguish in the text.

Though we talk peace, we wage war. Sometimes we even wage war in the name of peace. Does that seem paradoxical? Well, war is not afraid of paradoxes.

But because of his telling, many who did not believe have come to believe, and some who did not care have come to care. He tells the story, out of infinite pain, partly to honor the dead, but also to warn the living - to warn the living that it could happen again and that it must never happen again. Better than one heart be broken a thousand times in the retelling, he has decided, if it means that a thousand other hearts need not be broken at all. (vi)

I needed to know that there was such a thing as love and that it brought smiles and joy in its wake.