Everything truly important is washable.

Most of the girls my age, or even younger, have babies. They appear way too young to be married, till you look in their eyes. Then you'll see it. Their eyes look happy and sad at the same time, but unexcited by anything, shifting easily off to the side as if they've already seen most of what there is. Married eyes.

There is a strange moment in time, after something horrible happens, when you know it's true, but you haven't told anyone yet.

No kind of bomb ever built will extinguish hatred.

It's a great freedom to give up on love, and get on with everything else.

The past is all we know of the future.

That's how it is: some people are content to wait till you ask, while others jump right in with the whole story.