“ We didn't talk much, and the silence hung like a silk curtain, light and lovely. ”
Artists create things that point us to beauty, to truth, to God.
~ Katherine Reay
How can I not believe that there is a God who exists and loves, when the people before me are infused with that love and pour it out daily?
The day we forget the horror, Sam, we will repeat it. Never forget your past. It will make you less human, less than human.
Honesty is easier when you have no face and no real name. And honesty, for me, is very easy on paper.
