“I never see the sick;” Yasmin says. “They visit me through the stains and marks they leave on the sheets, the alphabet of the sick and the dying … Sometimes the stains are rusty and old and sometimes the blood smells sharp as rain. You’d think, given the blood we see, that there’s a great war going on out in the world. Just the one inside of bodies, the new girl says.”

“You'd think, given the blood we see, that there's a great war going on out in the world. Just the one inside of bodies, the new girl says.”

“Sitting here with one's knitting, one just sees the facts. -"The Blood-Stained Pavement”

“Pain has been and grief enough and bitterness and crying,Sharp ways and stony ways I think it was she trod;But all there is to see now is a white bird flying,Whose blood-stained wings go circling high—circling up to God!”

“...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...”

“The great glory of travel, to me, is not just what I see that's new to me in countries visited, but that in almost every one of them I change from an outsider looking in to an insider looking out.”