My Whole Life Is My Work.

Still Shaking, In The Pew, I Understood That It Isn't The Dead We Cry For. We Cry For Ourselves, And I Didn't Deserve My Own Pity.

We Cannot Choose Where To Start And Stop. Our Stories Are The Tellers Of Us.

I Am A Woman Built Upon The Wreckage Of Myself.

I Write In The Novel's Afterword That Our Recent Wars "finish Not With Victory Or Defeat But With A Calendar Draw-down Date And A Presumption That We Shall Never Be Reconciled With The Enemy".

We Must See All Scars As Beauty. Okay? This Will Be Our Secret. Because Take It From Me, A Scar Does Not Form On The Dying. A Scar Means, 'i Survived'.