“Ribs closing on his heart, Will battled internal sirens whose song he couldn’t yet decipher. During his childhood, ‘sin’ had been such an abstract word. It denoted getting your Sunday best dirty and torn, or lying to have your brother… — Ingela Bohm Copy Share Image
“By the time you have a platform for saying what you want, you’ve already become part of the system. It’s how it works.” — Ingela Bohm Copy Share Image
“We are Darwin’s confetti. Some of us fall on bare rock. No matter how good you are, you can fail spectacularly. Just because you… — Ingela Bohm Copy Share Image
“Ribs closing on his heart, Will battled internal sirens whose song he couldn’t yet decipher. During his childhood, ‘sin’ had been such an abstract… — Ingela Bohm Copy Share Image
