The Hands Are Churches That Worship The

Only Kindness That Raises Its Head From The Crowd Of The World To Say It Is I You Have Been Looking For, And Then Goes With You Everywhere Like A Shadow Or A Friend.

My Father Was Very Disappointed By War And Fighting. And He Thought Language Could Help Us Out Of Cycles Of Revenge And Animosity. And So, As A Journalist, He Always Found Himself Asking Lots Of Questions And Trying To Gather Information. He Was Always Very Clear To Underscore The Fact That Jewish People And Arab People Were Brother And Sister.

It Was Terrible When A Single Conversation With Someone Determined Your Whole Future Relationship.

I Love The Solitude Of Reading. I Love The Deep Dive Into Someone Else's Story, The Delicious Ache Of A Last Page.

Before You Know What Kindness Really Is You Must Lose Things, Feel The Future Dissolve In A Moment Like Salt In A Weakened Broth.