Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain.

Those who say they would rather fight to the death than be raped are fools. I would rather be raped a thousand times. You do what you have to.

And there she was, alone and walking out in the cornfield while everyone else I cared for sat together in one room. She would always feel me and think of me. I could see that, but there was no longer anything I could do. Ruth had been a girl haunted and now she would be a woman haunted. First by accident and now by choice. All of it, the story of my life and death, was hers if she chose tot ell it, even to one person at a time.

I fell in love with you again; While you were away - Jack Salmon

Life is a perpetual yesterday for us.

I watched my brother and my father. The truth was very different from what we learned in school. The truth was the line between the living and the dead could be, it seemed, murky and blurred.

He was beginning to understand: You were treated special and, later, something horrible would be told to you.