“She took comfort in the familiarity of his smell, knowing that if she lost all her possessions and her home, at least she would have her family.”

“She felt the depth of her losses before they were realized, and she wondered, Is there still hope? Did she even dare hold on to such a tenuous thing as hope?”

“The boys skeletal frame was now all that remained of him, and through his flesh could be seen the steady beat of his indomitable heart.”

“They looked to each other for support, for strength, and at times, motivation, to remember why and for whom they lived.”

“She had walked to the brink, abandoning all belief, and just before the bitter end, she was pulled from the abyss by faith.”

“He was not being courageous as he bore the freezing stream for his wife and children. He simply chose between the lesser of two evilsthe pain and suffering he would endure in the river, a physical ...”

“I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat. We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering. You ask, what...”

“His pen spoke more to her than he ever did.In the war of words, some are unwritten and some are unspoken.”

“How might I get over this? How would I be able to overlook the way he used to be with me? How could I overlook that his fingers touched my indiscernible soul before it twisted my nipples? How might...”

“How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take up. It's sad, really.”

“Tell the truth through whichever veil comes to hand but tell it. Resign yourself to the lifelong sadness that comes from never being satisfied.”

“What a sad story, I thought for so long. Not that I now think it was happy. But I think it is true, and thus the question of whether it is sad or happy has no meaning whatever.”