“I have never ceased to be moved by the sense of the world lying quiescent and vulnerable, waiting to be awakened by the light of the new day quivering just beyond the horizon.”

—Aung San Suu Kyi, Letters from Burma

“If they answer not your call, walk alone. . . . With the thunder-flame of pain ignite thine own heart, And let it burn alone.”

—Rabindranath Tagore, “Walk Alone”

“Oh this ruler of our kingdom, a pretty thing, a pretty little thing.”

—Old lady in Po Chit Kon village, Kachin state, singing to her grandchild