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I know you believe in reincarnation. I don't know if I do but I hope it is real. (…) Maybe you'll be a girl and maybe your name will be Rose again and you'll have a room full of books with parents who will read you bedtime stories in a country not touched by war. Maybe then; in that life and in this future, you'll find this book and you'll know what happened to us. And you'll remember me. Maybe.

I’m sorry I keep saying How are you? when I really mean Are you happy?

Too much joy, I swear, is lost in our desperation to keep it.

It's not fair that the word laughter is trapped inside slaughter.

In Vietnamese, the word for missing someone and remembering them is the same: nhó. Sometimes, when you ask me over the phone, Con nhớ mẹ không? I flinch, thinking you meant, Do you remember me?

I miss you more than I remember you.

They have a pill for it. They have an industry. They make millions. Did you know people get rich off of sadness? I want to meet the millionaire of American sadness. I want to look him in the eye, shake his hand, and say, "It's been an honor to serve my country."

They say nothing lasts forever but they’re just scared it will last longer than they can love it.

They say every snowflake is different- but the blizzard, it covers us all the same.

Sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined.

Because a bullet without a body is a song without ears.