In those early amorphous years of life, when memory had only just begun, when life was full of Beginnings and no Ends, and everything was Forever - Arundhati Roy

وعندما نحاول ان نصغي فإن كل مانسمعه هو الهمس. ونحن لانستطيع فهم الهمس،لآن عقولنا اجتيحت بحرب.
حرب ربحناها وخسرناها.حرب هي الأسوأ على الإطلاق بين كل الحروب.حرب استولت على أحلامنا،وحلمت بها من جديد.
حرب جعلتنا نعبد غزاتنا ونكره أنفسنا

The trees were still green, the sky still blue, which counted for something. So they went ahead and plugged their smelly paradise - God's Own Country they called it in their brochures - because they knew, those clever Hotel People, that smelliness, like other peoples' poverty, was merely a matter of getting used to. A question of discipline. Of Rigor and Air-conditioning. Nothing more.

She wondered how to un-know certain things, certain specific things that she knew but did not wish to know. How to un-know, for example, that when people died of stone-dust, their lungs refused to be cremated.