Author:  Elie Wiesel
Book:    Hostage
Viewed: 118 - Published at: 3 years ago

It was a destructive novel of acquired ideas. To finally wake up in a state of creative anguish, to lose oneself in order to find oneself again, to sleep in the arms of a beautiful student whose name one didn't know, to fall back to sleep over a love poem-that was called existence. The harmonics of artistic creation, of fertile sensibility, of anticipated events-history in movement-that was called a privilege.

( Elie Wiesel )
[ Hostage ]
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