Stories don’t always have happy endings.
Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn't expect.
Don't think you haven't lived long enough to have a story to tell.
There's always beauty, if you know where to look.
No one escapes from a war. No one. Not even the survivors. You accept things that would appall you at any other time because life has temporarily lost all meaning.
And you," he says, "you need to talk to your boy." He lifts my chin. "And if he needs saving, then you save him. Isn't that what you told me you did for each other?" I let go a few more tears but then I nod. "Over and over again.