There are so many moments to remember and sometimes I think that maybe we're not really people at all. Maybe moments are what we are.... Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.

They say that war is death's best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thin, incessantly: 'Get it done, get it done.' So you work harder. You get the job done. The boss, however, does not thank you. He asks for more.

It's not a big thing, but I guess it's true--big things are often just small things that are noticed.

If you ever write a book, I can only give you one piece of advice. Don't let your parents get involved.

She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.

She didn't dare to look up, but she could feel their frightened eyes hanging onto her as she hauled the words in and breathed them out. A voice played the notes inside her. This, it said, is your accordion.

One wild card was yet to be played.