Their Lost Voices Must Continue To Be

The Thing About Exploring Is That You Have To Know Whether The Thing You've Found Is Worth Finding. Some Things Are Just Sitting There, Minding Their Own Business, Waiting To Be Discovered. Like America. And Other Things Are Probably Better Off Left Alone. Like A Dead Mouse At The Back Of The Cupboard.

Unless You're Very Boring, I Think Most People Who've Lived Long Enough Have Something In Their Past Which Will Never Go Away. As A Writer, My Interest Has Become In Writing About Much More Emotional, Personal Topics. I'm Trying To Reach Into Subjects I Have Never Written About Before.

Don't Make It Worse By Thinking It's More Painful Than It Actually Is.

Bruno Opened His Eyes In Wonder At The Things He Saw. In His Imagination He Had Tough That All The Huts Were Full Of Happy Families, Some Of Whom Sat Outside On Rocking Chairs In The Evening And Told Stories About How Things Were So Much Better When They Were Children And They'd Had Nowadays. He Thought That All The Boys And Girls Who Lived There Would Be In Different Groups, Playing Tennis Or Football, Skipping And Drawing Out Squares For Hopscotch On The Ground. As It Turned Out, All The Things He Thought Might Be There-wern't.'' -the Boy In The Striped Pajamas

Bruno: We're Not Supposed To Be Friends, You And Me. We're Meant To Be Enemies. Did You Know That?