The writer who develops a beautiful style, but has nothing to say, represents a kind of arrested esthetic development; he is like a pianist who acquires a brilliant technique by playing finger-exercises, but never gives a concert.

I saw many aspects of the country which I needed to see in order that I might know what we need to do.

She had won the battle against her memories. But one form of torture remained, untouched by the years, the torture of the word "why?

already starting to forget what normal life felt like, clocks

Written By Susan Beth Pfeffer

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