The Book of Lost Names

hoped that one day, when the war ended, I could help them to reclaim who they’d once been. But we aren’t defined by the names we carry or the religion we practice, or the nation whose flag flies over our heads. I know that now. We’re defined by who we are in our hearts, who we choose to be on this earth.”

we are only responsible for the things we do—or fail to do—ourselves.

who realize that books are magic . . . will have the brightest lives.