“The voice was filled with thousand midnights, darkness and starlight wrapped so tightly they were bound fo all eternity.” — Emma Hamm Copy Share Image
“Yes, they will trample me underfoot, the numbers marching one two three, four hundred million five hundred six, reducing me to specks of voiceless dust, just as, in all good time, they will trample my son who is not my… — Salman Rushdie Copy Share Image
