Пустинните бурени оцеляват, а пролетното цвете разцъфва и повяхва.

“People…shouldn’t be allowed to have new children if they’d already given away a…”

“He says this is war. There is no shame in war. Tell him he's wrong. War doesn't…”

“She was like the dust that clung to his shirt. She was in the silences that had…”

“She was the trembler of knees, the spiller of teacups.”