“I was seeing what a writer can do with the tatters of truth, the unfinished stories that give us no rest. ”

“I continued up the stairs, this time on wings, suspecting for the first time that Louisa's book might outlive us all. ”

“The women who went to the field, you say... A few names were writ, and by chance live to-day;But's a perishing record fast fading away,Of those we recall, there are scarcely a score...And what would they do if war came again?...They would stand with you now, as they stood with you then,The nurses, consolers, and saviors of men.”

“He had illuminated the heartbreaking cruelty of war: When men who fight become nothing, only packages of bones and blood deposited in the earth with no clarion call to memory, those they love are left without a way to make such devastating loss hold meaning.”

“...brooding only feeds the strange pleasure of melancholy...”

“I want you to feel what I felt. I want you to know why story-truth is truer sometimes than happening-truth.”

“What stories can do, I guess, is make things present.I can look at things I never looked at. I can attach faces to grief and love and pity and God. I can be brave. I can make myself feel again.”