It was pitch dark. I could hear only the violin, and it was as though Juliek's soul were the bow. He was playing his life. The whole of his life was gliding on the strings--his last hopes, his charred past,… — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image
“When Madison’s niece asked what was wrong, he answered, “Nothing more than a change of mind, my dear,” and slumped over, dead.” — Brady Carlson Copy Share Image
