... And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.

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.

I guess if editing doesn't hurt, you're probably not doing it properly. I find it quite difficult. The hardest part is believing that it's actually working and getting rid of the doubt that always creeps in.

The conversation of bullets.

Handfuls of frosty water can make almost anyone smile, but it cannot make them forget.

Of course you're real-like any thought or any story. It's real when you're in it.

You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl.