Children's bodies aren't like automobiles with the assailant's fingerprints lingering on the wheel. The world of sexual abuse is quintessentiall y secret.… — Beatrix Campbell Copy Share Image
Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky. — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image
There was no name for the disease; his body had gone insane, forgotten the blueprint by which human beings were built. Even… — Orson Scott Card Copy Share Image
