So many nurses had turned into emotionally disturbed handmaidens of the war, in their yellow-and-crimson uniforms with bone buttons.

What is interesting and important happens mostly in secret, in places where there is no power. Nothing much of lasting value ever happens at the head table, held together by a familiar rhetoric. Those who already have power continue to glide along the familiar rut they have made for themselves.

So we came to understand that small and important thing, that our lives could be large with interesting strangers who would pass us without any personal involvement.

I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you.

The one of the great sadnesses of any life is knowing what you know now and then remembering what you did not know then.

From this point on, she whispered, we will either find or lose our souls.

I promised to tell you how one falls in love.