“She was seeing the brand of pain and fear on the faces of people, and the look of evasion that refuses to know it–they seemed to be going through the motions of some enormous pretense, acting out a ritual to ward off reality, letting the earth remain unseen and their lives unlived, in dread of something namelessly forbidden–yet the forbidden was the simple act of looking at the nature of their pain and questioning their duty to bear it.”
“God was there, and yet people believed they still had to go on looking, because it seemed too simple to accept that life was an act of faith.”
“And the very act of living is a tide; at first it seems to make no difference at all, and then one day you look down and see how much pain has eroded”
“There is no pain on this earth like seeing the same woman look at another man the way she once looked at you.”
“There is a special grief felt by the children and grandchildren of those who were forbidden to read, forbidden to question or to know.”
“History, despite its wrenching pain cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage need not be lived again.”