“I hit the spacebar again and again and again. My life story was spaces.”

“I went to the guest room and pretended to write. I hit the space bar again and again and again. My life story was spaces.”

“And the general shot my sister. I could not look at her, but I remember the sound of when she hit the ground. I hear that sound when things hit the ground still. Anything.’ If I could, I would make it so nothing ever hit the ground again.”

“She wrote, I wish I could be a girl again, with a chance to live my life again. I have suffered so much more than I needed to. And the joys I have felt have not always been joyous. I could have lived differently.”

“One day I wandered away from her and hid. I liked the way it felt to have someone look for me, to hear my name again and again. "Oskar! Oskar!" Maybe I didn't even like it, but I needed it right then.”

“I wanted to pull the thread, unravel the scarf of my silence and start again from the beginning.”

“It is my great hope that our paths, however long and winding, will cross again.”