Still shaking, in the pew, I understood that it isn't the dead we cry for. We cry for ourselves, and I didn't deserve my own pity.

If your face is swollen from the severe beatings of life, smile and pretend to be a fat man.

To be well in your mind you have first to be free.

I planned how I would kill myself in the time of Churchill (stand under bombs), Victoria (throw myself under a horse), and Henry the Eighth (marry Henry the Eighth)- Little Bee

Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive

Horror in your country is something you take a dose of to remind yourself that you are not suffering from it.

Wouldn't that be funny, if the oil rebels were playing U2 in their jungle camps, and the government soldiers were playing U2 in their trucks. I think everyone was killing everyone else and listening to the same music... That is a good trick about this world, Sarah. No one likes each other, but everyone likes U2.