Per aspera ad astra, Papa,' I whispered. Through hardship to the stars.

Killers aren't always assassins. Sometimes, they don't even have blood on their hands.

What had human beings become? Did war make us evil or just activate an evil already lurking within us?

But how can they just decide that we're animals? They don't even know us," I said.
"We know us," said Mother. "They're wrong. And don't ever allow them to convince you otherwise. Do you understand?

But unlike Mama, I would not go to heaven. My secrets padlocked the gates. I'd be a torn kite stuck in the dead branches of a tree, unable to fly.

Good men are often more practical than pretty " said Mother. "Andrius just happens to be both.