"I have been quiet today because fear in my heart has been fighting with frustration in my brain, leaving little energy for my mouth. Halfway through the day, my brain declared itself the winner and started to work out a plan. Grandfather loved luck, but I am tired and can no longer wait around for its arrival." pg. 26
"And then I realize I must be dreaming. I bite my lip -- it hurts. I glance around the room -- it's our home at the dump. surely, if I were dreaming, I'd be living in a place nicer than this." pg. 28
"Believing is not enough, Sang Ly. If you want to resurrect hope, doing is the most important." pg. 33
"Sometimes broken things deserve to be repaired." pg. 36
"How can a woman raising her child in a place choking with trash answer that question and have her reply make any sense? both at the dump and in my home tonight, I'm careful where I step." pg. 51
"But literature is unique. To understand literature, you read it with your head, but you interpret it with your heart. The two are forced to work together -- and, quite frankly, they often don't get along." pg. 57
"I'm questioning if you are ready. Everyone loves adventure, Sang Ly, when they know how the story ends. In life, however, our own endings are never as perfect." pg. 58
"As she reads it again, I watch the whisper of her lips, the moving of her eyes, and teh rhythmic nodding of her head. Her fingers curl around the pages, embracing them, and I promise to read more diligently and with more passion from this moment forward." pg. 70
"'One of the first lessons that I hope you grasp is that woven into meaningful literature, so tightly that it can't be separated, is a telling lesson, even in stories as short as this one.'
'Always?' I ask.
'Always!' she confirms. 'Good stories teach!'" pg. 83
"'People only go to the places they have visited first in their minds,' she says, uttering the phrase as if secrets to the universe have just been shared. 'Perhaps that is how learning can help you. However, first you musst see it, feel it, and then believe it. When you do, where it takes you may surprise.'" pg. 87
"I gesture toward the floor and then sit at her side. i take a breath, grasp her hand, and explain as best I can why her own daughter is Stung Meanchey's most recent kidnapper. Of course, I've never been in this actual situation before, so when I finish and she says nothing, I don't know what it means.
I wait. She continues to think.
'Thank you,' she finally answers.
'For what?'
'For helping a mother to feel like she has raised her child right." pg. 89
"'Literature is a cake with many toys baked inside -- and even if you find them all, if you don't enjoy the path that leads you to them, it will be a hollow accomplishment. There was a playwright named Heller, American, I believe, who summed it up this way. He said, 'They knew everything about literature except how to enjoy it.'" pg. 90
"'Sang Ly, we are literature -- our lives, our hopes, our desires, our despairs, our passions, our strengths, our weaknesses. Stories express our longing not only to make a difference today but to see what is possible for tomorrow. Literature has been called a handbook for the art of being human. So, yes. it will do that.'" pg. 93
"'If you are certain you are facing evil,' she says, 'and not ignorance, you must, if you can, destroy it before it destroys you!'" pg. 103
"'Fight ignorance with words. Fight evil with your knife.'" pg. 103
"'It seems, quite simply, that as human beings, we are born to hope.'" pg. 125
"'Sang Ly, the desire to believe, to look forward to better days, to want them, to expect them -- it seems to be engrained in our being. Whether we like it or not, hope is written so deeply into our hearts that we just can't help ourselves, no matter how hard we try otherwise.'" pg. 125
"Literature's lessons repeat because they echo from deeper places. They touch a chord in our soul because they're notes we've already heard played. Plots repeat because, from the birth of man, they explore the reasons for our being. Stories teach us to not give up hope because there are times in our own journey when we mustn't give up hope. They teach endurance because in our lives we are meant to endure. They carry messages that are older than the words themselves, messages that are older than the words themselves, messages that reach beyond the page." pg. 127
"It seems that if we take these stories too literally, if we expect our personal lives to always end with a handsome prince, most of us will close our books with shattered dreams. Yet, on the other hand -- and this is the part that frustrates -- if we don't take the meaning of these stories literally, if we treat these tales as simply entertainment, we miss the deepest, most life-changing aspects of the stories. We miss teh entire reason they even exist." pg. 128
"I think if I had to put up with me, I'd drink also." pg. 134
"Grandfather had a saying: If you know a lot, know enough to make people respect you. If you are stupid, be stupid enough so they can pity you." pg. 152
"I wasn't sure if life was offering me a second chance or slapping me in the face. Sometimes the two can be confusing." pg. 157
"But I can't be dreaming because surely in a dream, such pain and panic would have caused me to wake up screaming -- and Ki would console me and tell me that everything is fine." pg. 165
"In Cambodia, it's unfortunately common for husbands both to drink and to beat their wives. other amilies are abandoned, left to fend for themselves. Instead, my husband runs through the city for the better part of the night to make sure that his wife and son are safe." pg. 166
"'Because I distance myslef from heaven and then complain that heaven is distant.'" pg. 174
"There is a Cambodian proverb Grandfather loved that says, For news of the heart, watch the face. At this moment, I think it would be more apt to say, For news of a mother's heart, watch her child's face. Nisay is terrified and my heart weeps." pg. 197
"Grandfather, where is the balance between humbly accepting our life's trials and pleeading toward heaven for help, begging for a better tomorrow?" pg. 198
"It is a simple notion -- accepting that Nisay is going to be fine -- but it's a hope that I've kept caged in my heart for too long. When I finally crack open the door to the pssibility, gratitude rushes past so quickly to reach the sunshine, there is nothing I can do to stop it." pg. 207
"What my teacher despised were readers who flipped to the last chapter, read the ending, then turned back to begin their stories with smug and wicked smiles dripping from their faces." pg. 211
"I remember Sopeap -- my Sopeap -- once saying that heartbreaking news, unlike rice wine, does not get any better with age." pg. 238