“They still live. They breathe, they love each other, they find joy in the world around them for no other reason than because they are children. They are resilient. They will always rise above. Always. It is a curious facet of the innocent young.”

“And what is there to be joyful about?" I asked honestly, thinking on the images of dead children curled into themselves at the village. Another burst of silent tears streamed down."Life, Sophie. They still live. They breathe, they love each other, they find joy in the world around them for no other reason than because they are children. They are resilient. They will always rise above. Always. It is a curious facet of the innocent young.”

“when people love each other, they always find each other in the end.”

“Be good. Be kind to each other. And if there's somebody you love, tell them. The world always needs more love.”

“But lost children always find each other, in the dark, in the cold. It is as though they are magnetized, and can only attract their like.”

“Always be humble and gentle. Be patient with each other, making allowance for each other's faults because of your love.”