There is too much pain and anguish here to single out one or two quotes. A Palestinian woman burned in a kitchen fire and treated at in Isreali hospital, returns as a suicide bomber. A culture which tells her that as a scarred, deformed woman she has no value except as a martyr. A family that will likely have no pity for her – only because she failed to die. Another woman who’s aspiration as a suicide bomber was to be chief among the 72 virgins promised to a male martyr. Another who takes refuge in the knowledge that she was only the accessory to murder, and not the agent. A father who withdrew from the world in disbelief and grief after his daughter blew herself up. A journalist who lost a son to the violence, interviewing these and others to try and understand why.