In her minds eye she sat there, in the domesticated golden sunlight on the velvet sofa, lapped around by carpets and books and mahogany, solitary and content, as if, in fact, cloistered.

I don't know then. I wrote my book on the Holocaust without worrying about where the fucking bar code would go.

You will follow me, if we are what we are, you and I, if we live, if the world exists, if you know the meaning of this moment and can't let it slip by, as others let it slip, into the senselessness of the unwilled and unreached.

I've never see God," Yardem said. "But you believe in him," Master Kit said. "I'm reserving judgement.

Written By Daniel Abraham

About us

Featured posts

Featured Topics

Quick Links