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Craving Beauty

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“There will come a time that the title of a Princess shall not be defined with power over the people but the representative of the powerless and the needy. Being a member of the Sultanate of Maguindanao and the direct descendant of a Muslim hero-- Sultan Kudarat-- through his great great grandson, Sultan Kibad Sahriyal, I have the right to speak my mind. The true essence of being a royalty is a commitment to act with humility and the willingness to serve if there is an opportunity to do so. It is all about humanity. No more. No less.”

“Rodwell wandered into No Man's Land and put a bullet through his ears. On Sunday, Robert sat on his bed in the old hotel at Bailleul and read what Rodwell had written. To my daughter, Laurine; Love your mother. Make your prayers against despair. I am alive in everything I touch. Touch these pages and you have me in your fingertips. We survive in one another. Everything lives forever. Believe it. Nothing dies. I am your father always.”

“(On perspective and mortality) I realized: I have forever after to know what comes next. Let us say I have death in the bag already—we all do, it’s our absolute and only guarantee. But this tiny blur of time where I get to be conscious, with my particular collection of memories, is beyond precious.”

“The mud. There are no good similes. Mud must be a Flemish word. Mud was invented here. Mudland must have been its name. The ground is the colour of steel. Over most of the plain there isn't a trace of topsoil; only sand and clay. The Belgians call them 'clyttes', these fields, and the further you go towards the sea, the worse the clyttes become. In them, the water is reached by the plough at an average depth of eighteen inches. When it rains (which is almost constantly from early September through to March, except when it snows) the water rises at you out of the ground. It rises from your footprints-and an army marching over a field can cause a flood. In 1916, it was said that you 'waded to the front'. Men and horses sank from sight. They drowned in mud. Their graves, it seemed, just dug themselves and pulled them down.”