“ . . . he thought how easy it would be to simply kick his typewriter onto the floor and smash it to pieces among the wads of discarded paper that overflowed his waste basket.” — Bodie Thoene Copy Share Image
“Hot tears rolled from Herschel's eyes and he wiped them away, afraid that they would drip through the boards and onto his father's unfeeling… — Bodie Thoene Copy Share Image
“Tonight the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come marched in goose-step and raised a hand to salute "Heil Hitler!" Tonight the ghost wore a… — Bodie Thoene Copy Share Image
“The seasons sang to him - like ageless hymns with whisperings he could feel, but not fully understand.” — Bodie Thoene Copy Share Image
“The Reich may tell you whom you may love and whom you must hate. Oh, yes, Thomas, the Reich can dictate the inward life… — Bodie Thoene Copy Share Image
“A fine way to die, it was. Tom Donovan would be a proud man if he were alive to see how he died.” — Bodie Thoene Copy Share Image
“Why abandon truth because it's out of favor? Hold on to truth long enough and, without a doubt, the world will turn and someone… — Bodie Thoene Copy Share Image
“This is me, God! Elisa. I once saw you in all the world. But the world is dark now, Lord. Full. Full of darkness.… — Bodie Thoene Copy Share Image
