Faith is simply whatever is real to us.
It was good to walk into a library again; it smelled like home.
When you handle books all day long, every new one is a friend and a temptation.
And how could anyone consent to give up the smell of open books, old or new?
We Gypsies know that where Jews are killed, Gypsies are always murthered too. And then a lot of other people, usually.
I've read there is no such thing as a single tear, that old poetic trope. And perhaps there isn't, since hers was simply a companion to my own.