I read some books that were the right books for me. I read them and I didn't even notice turning the pages anymore. I thought, "That's what I want to do with my life."

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.

A fighter can be a winner, but that doesn't make a winner a fighter.

Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you've finished just to stay near it.

The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.

Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.

The point is, Ilsa Hermann had decided to make suffering her triumph. When it refused to let go of her, she succumbed to it. She embraced it.