“What is the savior of the world doing among these wire fences, in all this broken glass?” — Janet McAdams Copy Share Image
“Some of the dead are too useful for sympathy The past we own exists on stone and white paper.” — Janet McAdams Copy Share Image
“You, little blank slate, on which we write our misfortune, learn the lesson for today: you are rare enough to be stolen.” — Janet McAdams Copy Share Image
“What is the savior of the world doing among these wire fences, in all this broken glass?” — Janet McAdams Copy Share Image
