I dream that my son will grow up to be a good person, a free person. I dream that someday you will return to revisit the land of our childhood. I dream that flowers will bloom in the streets again...and kites will fly in the skies!
It’s wrong what they did to you, but you’re not innocent. You stole his right to the truth.
There is only one sin, only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft.
And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.
War doesn't negate decency. It demands it, even more than in times of peace.