What was the point of living through history if you didn't record it? — Tatjana Soli Copy Share Image
“She had always assumed that her life would end inside the war, that the war itself would be her eternal present, as it was for Darrow and for her brother. The possibility of time going on, her memories growing dim,… — Tatjana Soli Copy Share Image
“..hard to trust that after so much had been taken, so much could still be received.” — Tatjana Soli Copy Share Image
“But now she did belong to the ravaged city - her frame grown gaunt, her shoulders hunched from tiredness, the bone-sharp jaw line that… — Tatjana Soli Copy Share Image
Why did someone fall in love with you because you are one thing and then want you to be something else? — Tatjana Soli Copy Share Image
“Until then she had been blind, but when she saw those mountains, she slipped beneath the surface of the war and found the country.” — Tatjana Soli Copy Share Image
“Helen's Saigon had always been about selling - chickens, information, or lovely young women, it didn't matter. It had once been called the Pearl of the Orient, but by people who had not been there in a very long time. Saigon had never been Paris, but now it was a garrison town, unlovely, a stinking refugee shantyville filled with the… — Tatjana Soli Copy Share
“No matter that they had been together for years, always a feeling of formality when they first saw each other again, even if the… — Tatjana Soli Copy Share Image
“Clear now that she was as dependent as any addict on the drug of the war. He had underestimated the damage in her.” — Tatjana Soli Copy Share Image
“It had always fascinated her - what happens when things break down, what are the basic units of life?” — Tatjana Soli Copy Share Image
“This is what happened when one left one's home - pieces of oneself scattered all over the world, no one place ever completely satisfied, always a nostalgia for the place left behind. Pieces of her in Vietnam, some in this place of bone. She brought the letter to her nose. The smell of Vietnam: a mix of jungle and wetness… — Tatjana Soli Copy Share
“Something had broken inside her. No past or future, no sense of time, each day as endless as it was to a child. Linh… — Tatjana Soli Copy Share Image
Sometimes you have to fulfill a promise in order to deserve the love you're given. — Tatjana Soli Copy Share Image