Kha Dinh

“Papa, when they put the dirt on my grave, crumble a crust of BREAD on it so the sparrows will come, and I’ll hear that they’ve come and be glad that I’m not lying alone.”
― Amor Towles, A Gentleman in Moscow

“What fabrications they are, mothers. Scarecrows, wax dolls for us to stick pins into, crude diagrams. We deny them an existence of their own, we make them up to suit ourselves -- our own hungers, our own wishes, our own deficiencies.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

“How easily we forget -- we in the business of storytelling -- that life was the point all along.”
― Amor Towles, Lincoln Highway

“Was the minding of one's own business no longer a subject taught in school?”
― Amor Towles, A Gentleman in Moscow