Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened, until the moment comes when we no longer recognize them &amp; they return, with another face and another name, to devour what they left behind.

...even the God of the New Testament is not as forgiving as the consumer credit system.

Is thee afraid of me, Rachel?” he whispered. “I am,” she whispered back, and closed her hand on his wounded shoulder, lightly but hard enough for him to feel the hurt of it. “And I am afraid for thee, as well. But there are things I fear much more than death—and to be without thee is what I fear most.

High School is the place where poetry goes to die.

Written By Billy Collins

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