“Henry looked up and down the empty avenue—no cars or trucks anywhere. No bicycles. No paperboys. No fruit sellers or fish buyers. No flower carts or noodle stands. The streets were vacant, empty—the way he felt inside. There was no… — Jamie Ford Copy Share Image
It reminded him that time was short, but that beautiful endings could still be found at the end of cold, dreary days. — Jamie Ford Copy Share Image
“You can't expect children to sew their own gaping wounds without leaving a terrible scar.” — Jamie Ford Copy Share Image
“At least we have the record, Henry thought. A reminder of a place where people didn't seem to care what you looked like, where… — Jamie Ford Copy Share Image
“As you play this record, I hope you'll think of the good, not the bad. Of what was, not what wasn't meant to be.… — Jamie Ford Copy Share Image
Henry, this isn't about us. I mean it is, but they don't define you by the button you wear. They define you by what… — Jamie Ford Copy Share Image
“We all have things we don’t talk about, Ernest thought. Even though, more often than not, those are the things that make us who… — Jamie Ford Copy Share Image
“You can’t take credit for stuff that goes back to before you were even born. You understand me?” — Jamie Ford Copy Share Image
“The last time someone had laid out a suit and a pair of dress shoes with a ticket purchased for a faraway place, Henry… — Jamie Ford Copy Share Image
“We don’t get to choose our parents,” Sunny said. “If we did, some of us might choose never to be born at all.” — Jamie Ford Copy Share Image
A young nurse, someone new whom he didn't recognise, came up to Henry and patted him on the arm. "Are you a friend or… — Jamie Ford Copy Share Image
