And on that evening when we grow older still we'll speak about these two young men as though they were two strangers… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“H-ey, Atticus!” I thought he would have a fine surprise, but his face killed my joy. A flash of plain fear was… — Harper Lee Copy Share Image
Borders are scratched across the hearts of men By strangers with a calm, judicial pen, And when the borders bleed we watch… — Marya Mannes Copy Share Image
