14 Quotes by Margaret McMullan

Life without tears is like goulash without paprika.

Sit on the truth too long and you mash the life right out of it.

There is a strange, mineral scent in the air. As soon as we enter the compound surrounded by al the granite walls, the day turns colorless, shadowless. It’s neither warm nor cold, though we shiver in our coats.

She loved him, even though it was so hard to love anybody else after loving my dad. I think I knew this before she did.

The war was not on that map, and neither was the surrender... that makes me happy and sad – happy because I know the streams will keep streaming and the skies will keep clouding and clearing, even as people fight and tear and claw at each other... what we do makes me sad too because what difference do we make? Looking around me, at all the graves and leftover destruction – seems we just keep on messing up a darned good thing.