Family are the people who must make you feel ashamed when you are deserving of shame.

Isn't it so weird how the number of dead people is increasing even though the Earth stays the same size, so that one day there isn't going to be room to bury anyone anymore?

It’s hard to say goodbye to the place you’ve lived. It can be as hard as saying goodbye to a person.

He removed several pages of death certificates, which were picked up by another breeze and sent into the trees. Some would fall with the leaves that September. Some would fall with the trees generations later.

Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean].

It can be challenge enough to have to eat with myself.

Food for her is not food, it is terror, dignity, gratitude, vengeance, joyfulness, humiliation, religion, history, and, of course, love. As if the fruit she always offered us were picked from the destroyed brances of out family tree.