“The ashes from the crematory pits fell like snowflakes onto his hair and his black uniform. These were the ashes of the dead and murdered. The very thought nauseated him.” — Roberta Kagan Copy Share Image
“And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered. For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.” — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
