Arthur Golden

Life will be miserable for the lucky ones. The rest won’t even live to see the end of the war.

Was life nothing more than a storm that constantly washed away what had been there only a moment before, and left behind something barren and unrecognizable?

With all this water and all this wood, the two of them ought to have made a good balance and produced children with the proper arrangement of elements.

“It wouldn’t have been a clever thing to say otherwise.