“Marial and Uncle were no longer by his side, and they never would be again, but Salva knew that both of them would have wanted him to survive, to finish the trip and reach the Itang refugee camp safely. It was almost as if they had left their strength with him, to help him on his journey.”

“If a man is keeping an idea to himself, and that idea is taken by stealth or trickery-I say it is stealing. But once a man has revealed his idea to others, it is no longer his alone. It belongs to the world.”

“How could an alphabet—letters that didn't even mean anything by themselves—be important?But it was important. Our stories, our names, our alphabet. Even Uncle's newspaper.It was all about words.If words weren't important, they wouldn't try so hard to take them away.”

“You burn the paper, but not the words. You silence the words, but not the thoughts. You kill the thoughts only if you kill the man. And you will find that his thoughts rise again in the minds of others - twice as strong as before.”

“Why was it that pride and foolishness were so often close companions?”

“A mistake made with good in your heart is still a mistake, but it is one for which you must forgive yourself.”

“By morning, she was raw and sore, and knew walking would be an effort. By morning, she could barely remember what it had been like to not know his body, not to have felt him inside her and held him in her arms and absorbed the power of his thrusts as he came.By morning, she was his.”