“For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and… — Stant Litore Copy Share Image
“Still alone. I’ll always be alone, won’t I, even if I feed a house, even if I feed a town, even if the lame… — Stant Litore Copy Share Image
“He knew all the stories. His grandfather had given them to him when he sat between the old man’s knees as a child. It… — Stant Litore Copy Share Image
“My name. It’s … my name. Miriam bat Elisa. From Tower. From Magdala.” — Stant Litore Copy Share Image
“For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even those… — Stant Litore Copy Share Image
“when we were far from the urban dome of light pollution, we found the stars unbearably bright, as though someone had switched on the… — Stant Litore Copy Share Image
“The problem with aging was not that death was near, for death was always near. The problem with aging was that a woman began… — Stant Litore Copy Share Image
