“When does a war end? When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?”— Ocean Vuong, newyorker.comTagged: War, Break Up, Emotional Abuse, Prose, Culture
“Maybe a survivor is nothing but the last one to come home, the final monarch that lands on a branch already weighted with ghosts.”— Ocean Vuong, newyorker.comTagged: Prose, Survivor, War, Culture, Personal History
“It only takes a single night of frost to kill off an entire generation. To live, then, is a matter of time, of timing.”— Ocean Vuong, newyorker.comTagged: Hope, Prose, Life, War, Culture