“How did I get here How did I end up in the arms of a boy I barely knew but knew I didn’t want to lose I wondered what I would have thought of Andrius in Lithuania. Would I have liked him Would he have liked me”

“I felt as if I were riding a pendulum. Just as I would swing into the abyss of hopelessness, the pendulum would swing back with some small goodness.”

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

“How foolish to believe we are more powerful than the sea or the sky.”

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

“…we’re dealing with two devils who both want to rule hell.”

“I became good at pretending. I became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. And sometimes, when I did a really good job of pretending, I even fooled myself.”

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