Time may heal all wounds, but it does not erase the scars.

Take a step, breathe in the world, give it out again in story, poem, song, art.

A shadowless man is a monster, a devil, a thing of evil. A man without a shadow is soulless. A shadow without a man is a pitiable shred. Yet together, light and dark, they make a whole.

Wood may remain twenty years in the water, but it is still not a fish.

You are a name, not a number. Never forget that name, whatever they tell you here. You will always be Chaya—life—to me.

But as the scissors snip-snapped through her hair and the razor shaved the rest, she realized with a sudden awful panic that she could no longer recall anything from the past. I cannot remember, she whispered to herself. I cannot remember. She's been shorn of memory as brutally as she'd been shorn of her hair, without permission, without reason... Gone, all gone, she thought again wildly, no longer even sure what was gone, what she was mourning.

What makes a good book? Scholars and critics have been debating that question for decades. I like books that touch my head and my heart at the same time.