“Years rolled on again, and Wendy had a daughter. This ought not to be written in ink but in a golden splash.”

“Lies written in ink cannot disguise facts written in blood.”

“The value of each, is a kind of ink that was written in the hearts of people. How great is, shown by how indelibly is the ink ....”

“I began composing the next poem, the one that was to be written next. Not the last poem of those I had read, but the poem written in the head of someone who may never have existed but who had certainly written another poem nonetheless, and just never had the chance to commit it to ink and the page.”

“If this were a war year, if this were 1918 or 1944, I wouldn't be the only girl whose dad was never coming home. Think of that: a whole generation of us, daughters and young wives, waiting for a car that will never roll into the driveway. Waiting for a door that will never open again.”

“Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink.”