No, no, he said. She can’t raise it at all. She may only clap. Women must be very careful of their voices. If
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 wan...
It galls me, when I catch a stray remark from the master, or between the older English pupils, to the effect that the Indians are uncommonly fortunate to be here.
In most Muslim countries women are the custodians of their male relatives’ honor. If
I took the T from Logan airport to Harvard Square. I hate driving in Boston. It's the traffic that drives me spare, and the absolutely terrible manners of the motorists. Other New Englanders refer to...
I had to remind myself that Islam had once swept north as far as the gates of Vienna; that when the haggadah had been made, the Muslims' vast empire was the bright light of the Dark Ages, the one plac...
How easy it was to give out morsels of wise counsel, and yet how hard to act on them.
His task was to survive and endure through the harsh winter months, winnowing his soul until it could cross to the spirit world. There, he would undertake the search for his guide, a god embodied in s...
His radicalism took many forms. A vegetarian, he founded a commune, Fruitlands, so extreme in its Utopianism that members neither wore wool nor used animal manures, as both were considered property of...
Here we are, alive, and you and I will have to make it what we can.
He instructed me how futile it is to wallow in regret for that which cannot be changed and how atonement might be made for even the gravest sins.
God warns us not to love any earthly thing above Himself, and yet He sets in a mother's heart such a fierce passion for her babes that I do not comprehend how He can test us so.
For a girl raised on the rim of a wilderness, it was strange to be in a place where every inch of ground had been settled for hundreds upon hundreds of years. I felt the press of people, and the press...
Do not mind my rough old tongue. I have grown too bent with age for any further bowing.
Disappointment is a beautiful woman reading Ayn Rand.
Censura praevia or censura repressiva, the effect is the same. Either way, a book is destroyed. Better you do it than have us so intellectually enslaved that we do it for you.
But it is one thing to transmit the divine through a blasting storm of holy noise, another thing entirely to write a history forged from human voices, imperfect memories, self-interested accounts.
And he’d grown as a cactus grows, bitter and prickly and tough enough to survive what came his way.
The greatest cruelty of madness is the power it has to blot out a person.
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