Every day a question mark.

At the tips of the feathers there is air and at their base: blood. I hold up bones; I wish like broken glass they could court light....still I try to place these pieces back together, to set them firm, to make murdered girls live again.

Once released from life, having lost it in such violence, I couldn’t calculate my steps. I didn’t have time for contemplation. In violence it is the getting out that you concentrate on. When you begin to go over the edge, life receding from you as a boat recedes inevitably from the shore, you hold on to death tightly, like a rope that will transport you, and you swing out on it, hoping to land away from where you are.

Like snowflakes,' Franny said,'none of them the same and yet each one, from where we stand, exactly like the one before

Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.

Learn a language of another country and then you can go to that country: a place where the problems of your family will not follow. A language they do not speak.

There’s no condition one adjusts to so quickly as a state of war.