“Scars. A sign that you had been hurt. A sign that you had healed. Had I been hurt? Had I healed? Maybe… — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
“I knew that a part of him would never be the same. They cracked more than his ribs.” — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
“You're every street I've ever walked. You're the tree outside my window, you're a sparrow as he flies. You're the book that… — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
“He looked tired but at that moment, as we sat at the kitchen table, there was something young about him. And I… — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
