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What happened yesterday, the deaths of our friends, our comrades, our family, it was heartbreaking. You don’t recover from that kind of loss, but you do keep living. If I can give you any advice, it’s that you should hold on to those you’ve lost. Keep them in your heart. Use their memory to make you strong. To make you true. To honor them every day for the rest of your life. That’s what I’ll be doing.

We burn our dead, there’s no room in Dock City for a human graveyard, and the winged folk believe the spirits of their dead loved ones are released back into the skies with the smoke from the funeral pyre.

Nobody is more deserving of help than anyone else.

She had to try, even though the prospect of failure was unbearable. Because if she didn’t try, she would never truly live again.

She believed the mere idea of slave labour—the thought that the life of a person could be bought and paid for—was utterly abhorrent.

She believed the mere idea of slave labour—the thought that the life of a person could be bought and paid for—was utterly abhorrent.

Bereaves; that’s a beautiful word. But the leaves do come back again in the spring, and there will be the wallflowers and the narcissus again, and the long evenings. I shall never tire of them; I shall love nature and art until I am an old woman. But I will never love God, even if God exists. I am not naturally religious. I do not feel the need of God.

‘Life is hard, very hard; for most people it is either a long starvation or a long surfeit upon the wrong sort of food.’

To live in fear is not to live at all.

*LOL* When relatives give you clothes, they always get the size wrong and usually think you like a color that you actually hate. But you can’t say anything—that would be rude. Then whenever you go to see them, you have to wear the sweater you don’t like.

Grandma’s headstone is ugly—it has an angel with a silly face on it. Grandma didn’t believe in angels, although she always said I was her angel.

They want safe borders and opportunities for profitable trade. It doesn’t matter to them who governs as long as he or she governs well.

How he responds in the face of disaster is how you judge a man. Or a woman.

Stories important. How else know long ago time? Stories live after we dust. Stories live forever.

How many kinds of people could live in one place, and never know one another?

We think we have people. Family, friends . . . but in the end, it’s just you and the darkness. Everyone leaves eventually. It’s better, really, to learn it early. This way, you can save yourself some disappointment. Because believing you’re not alone is the cruelest trick of all.

The idea that you could rethink the thing you’d always thought you wanted and change your plan—it was almost a revolutionary concept. That you could choose what would make you happy, not successful. It was the opposite of everything I had long believed to be true.

One thing I’ve realized is that just because you have children, you don’t necessarily automatically have a relationship with them. You have to work at it, make them a priority, and take the time to get to know them.

None of us are here for very long. While we’re alive, all we can do is keep on fighting. Try to make our contribution count.

Lives lost, loved ones taken before their time. And then we hide our dead behind iron walls and leave them to the thorns and ivy. We lose them twice over. Death’s not the worst of it. We turn our faces away.