"Sometimes I catch myself staring at it and forget my duties. It seems big enough to contain everything anyone could ever feel."
"... and then this final harvest of the nation's youth will rush out with the chocolate melting in their guts and overlarge helmets bobbing on their shorn heads..."
"Nothing will be healed in this kitchen. Some griefs can never be put right."
"Every hour, she thinks, someone for whom the war was a memory falls out of the world. We rise again in the grass. In teh flowers. In songs."