Children of the world. Future flowers, now seeds. Some hand-raised, nourished in love-richened ground. Others, tossed carelessly on the coldest concrete, struggling beneath Darwin's dispassionate sunlight.
Each unique, snowflake-individualized. And all the same.
Our race. The human race. One color—many shades. Treasures to some, toys to others. Some will reach the stars—some will stalk the shadows.
What children are, more than anything else, is this: another chance for our flawed species to get it right.
Andrew Vachss, Parade Magazine, June 16, 1991
"Survivors need an opportunity to define their own sexuality in their own terms, rather than in reaction to the abuse, so that they stop allowing their offenders to have power over them sexually."