Both My Parents Loved Words. That Was

...the Hagaddah Came To Sarajevo For A Reason. It Was Here To Test Us, To See If There Were People Who Could See That What United Us Was More Than What Divided Us. That To Be A Human Being Matters More Than To Be A Jew Or A Muslim, Catholic Or Orthodox. P. 361

It Is Natural To Want To Forget, Anna, When Everyday Is A Brimful Of Sadness. But Those Souls Also Forgot Those That They Had Loved. You Do Not Want That, Surely? I Have Heard Some Preach That God Wants Us To Forget The Dead, But I Cannot Believe So. I Think He Gives Us Precious Recollections So That We May Not Be Parted Entirely From Those He Has Given Us To Love. You Must Cherish Your Memories Of Your Babes, Anna, Until You See Them Again In Heaven.

We Were Too Intelligent, Too Cynical For War. Of Course, You Don't Have To Be Stupid And Primitive To Die A Stupid, Primitive Death.

If There Is One Class Of Person I Have Never Quite Trusted, It Is A Man Who Knows No Doubt.

While I Love To Read Contemporary Fiction, I'm Not Drawn To Writing It. Perhaps It's Because The Former Journalist In Me Is Too Inhibited By The Press Of Reality; When I Think About Writing Of My Own Time I Always Think About Nonfiction Narratives. Or Perhaps It's Just That I Find The Present Too Confounding.