3 Quotes by Patricia O'Brien

I was seeing what a writer can do with the tatters of truth, the unfinished stories that give us no rest.

He had illuminated the heartbreaking cruelty of war: When men who fight become nothing, only packages of bones and blood deposited in the earth with no clarion call to memory, those they love are left without a way to make such devastating loss hold meaning.

I continued up the stairs, this time on wings, suspecting for the first time that Louisa’s book might outlive us all.