We Gypsies Know That Where Jews Are

These Atheist Cultures Were Certainly Diligent In Preserving The Relics Of Their Saints.

It Was Not The Brutality Of What Occurred Next That Changed My Mind And Brought Home To Me The Full Meaning Of Fear. It Was The Brilliance Of It.

I've Read There Is No Such Thing As A Single Tear, That Old Poetic Trope. And Perhaps There Isn't, Since Hers Was Simply A Companion To My Own.

I Believe In Walking Out Of A Museum Before The Paintings You've Seen Begin To Run Together. How Else Can You Carry Anything Away With You In Your Mind's Eye?

As A Historian, I Have Learned That, In Fact, Not Everyone Who Reaches Back Into History Can Survive It. And It Is Not Only Reaching Back That Endangers Us; Sometimes History Itself Reaches Inexorably Forward For Us With Its Shadowy Claws.