“It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.”

“Later, going home, I realized they didn't look alike at all; what made them seem to was the aftermath of stress and the lingering of sorrow. It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.”

“It is our ability to love that makes us most like the Creator…but to love in the face of loss and pain makes us more like God than ever.”

“It's a strange life, isn't it? ...A Rom with no tribe. No matter how hard you look, you can never find a home. Because to us, home is not a building or a tent or a vardo... home is a family.”

“It's not blood that makes us who we are," Dad said. "It's family. And it's not blood that makes us family. It's love.”

“Maybe it was this: The name of a person marked for murder is just a name, but the face makes real the cost of violence, for if we have the nerve to look, we can see in any face our own vulnerability.”