You know, words have strange destiny, too. They grow. They get old. They die. They come back.
Elie WieselFor in the end, it is all about memory, its sources and its magnitude, and, of course, its consequences.
Elie WieselYou know, words have strange destiny, too. They grow. They get old. They die. They come back.
Elie WieselFor in the end, it is all about memory, its sources and its magnitude, and, of course, its consequences.
Elie Wiesel