Mud City

You are a precious, precious child,” Mrs. Weera said softly. “I hope you get to the sea. I hope France welcomes you with open arms. They would be lucky to get you.”

People need us, and they’ll help us as best as they can

Not all men with bad ideas belong to the Taliban

Patience just gets you more of what you’ve already got

All things heal with patience

Sometimes it was hard to know the right thing to do.

“I think they’re going to ask us to stay here with them,” she whispered. “I could clean for them, and at night, when everyone is asleep, I could play with some of those toys. I could go back to school, and learn to be... anything!”

The craziness took over more and more of their minds until there was nothing left of themselves – just craziness on two legs.

Anger was good. Fear was dangerous.

The world was full of nasty-tempered adults, and what she really wanted was to never have to see any of them again.