“On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder that the stars peeked in to see you and the night wind whispered, ‘Life will never be the same.’ ”
″‘Lucky boy,’ Ashoke remarks, turning the beautifully sewn pages. ‘Only a few hours old and already the owner of books.’ What a difference, he thinks, from the childhood he has known.”
“There, her beginning, and she fought through darkness still; toward that moment when she would make her peace with God, when she would hear Him speak, and He would wipe all tears from her eyes; as, in that other darkness, after eternity, she had heard John cry.”