“Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.”

“it was odd, he thought, that a man could hate himself as though he were someone else.”

“All action leads to suffering, someone else's, or one's own.”

“Time was such an odd thing. One moment you could talk to someone, then suddenly, they were gone.”

“And maybe that was love. Being so vulnerable and allowing someone else in so far they could hurt you, but they also give you everything.”

“Nobody has a perfect life and it's entirely possible that if you want someone else's life they are busy wanting someone else's too–maybe even yours.”

“Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.”

“They were human beings who had a life, who had a lineage, who had parents, who had children, who had lives. They were not poor or rich. They were people and these people had humanity. So it was important that someone who knew them write about the event…”

“Maybe nobody has a right to tell anybody to shut up. Maybe this is how wars get started, because someone tells someone else to shut up, and then no one will apologize.”

“No matter who you are, there is some part of you that always wishes you were someone else.”