She was one if the few souls that made me wonder what's it to live.
Death waits for no man - and if he does, he doesn't usually wait for very long.
It's hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them
They were French, they were Jews, and they were you.
in the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears.
Clearly, I see it. I was just about to leave when I found her kneeling there. A mountain range of rubble was written, designed, erected around her. She was clucthing at a book.