“War is catastrophe. It breaks families in irretrievable pieces. But those who are gone are not necessarily lost.” — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“I didn't need his criticism. I carried enough guilt on my own. I had done everything wrong. I had the highest marks… — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“It's safer for you to stay with the others,' he said. Safer? He didn't realize. I was already dead.” — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“But unlike Mama, I would not go to heaven. My secrets padlocked the gates. I'd be a torn kite stuck in the… — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“No Son [. . .] Not a traitor to your country. Much worse. A traitor to your soul.” — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“He wanted to know something about me. I leaned over and put my mouth to his ear. It was barely a whisper.… — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“A woman grabbed my arm. "How much for the kid? They won't let me on if I don't have a kid." "He's… — Ruta Septys Copy Share Image
“My arm began moving, turning the invisible crank of Death's music box. Somewhere inside, I didn't want the melody to end.” — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“She must have been a nurse. She looked a few years older than me. Pretty. Naturally pretty, the type that's still attractive,… — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“The soldier stared at Ingrid. His silence was elastic, slowly curling a rope around her neck.” — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“He was beautiful. The knight was beautiful, handsome when he smiled. He didn’t want anyone to see it. He didn’t want to… — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“The shoes always tell the story,' said the shoe poet. 'Not always,' I countered. 'Yes, always. Your boots, they are expensive, well… — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“Revolting. If women were so careless to become pregnant at such a time, let women sort it out.” — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“How foolish to believe we are more powerful than the sea or the sky.” — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“We cannot be too cautious, Hannelore. Just because someone knocks on the door doesn't mean you have to open it. Sometimes, sweet… — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
