“How can you be a survivor, when you can't even remember the war?”
“And remember, even when you can't sing, you can always plant a tree”
“How can you fall in love at first sight when you can't even see?”
“You can't rewind war. It spools on, and on, and on, looping and jumping, distorted and cracked with age, and the stories contract until only the nuggets of hatred remain and no one can even remember, or imagine, why the war was organized in the first place.”
“If you ever see a war," she says, not looking up from her clipboard, "you'll learn that war only destroys. No one escapes from a war. No one. Not even the survivors.”
“How can you have a war on terrorism when war itself is terrorism?”