“History repeats itself only in that, from afar, we all seem to lead exactly the same life. We are all born; we all spend time here on earth; we all die. But, up close, we have each walked down our… — Edward Bloor Copy Share Image
“There are a lot of sad stories. It seems like everybody has one to tell.” — Edward Bloor Copy Share Image
“All of our time, energy, and money go into keeping people away from us, into building up walls. What if we didn't do that?… — Edward Bloor Copy Share Image
“History repeats itself only in that, from afar, we all seem to lead exactly the same life. We are all born; we all spend… — Edward Bloor Copy Share Image
“Life is hard when you have no one to stick up for you. People push you around, purely because there's no one to stop… — Edward Bloor Copy Share Image
Now you, as a young person, may have no faith in your country, or in your church, or in your family. But you can… — Edward Bloor Copy Share Image
“There are a lot of sad stories. It seems like everybody has one to tell.” — Edward Bloor Copy Share Image
“You shouldn't be too hard with little boys. You should treat them as precious, because that's what they are. —James Harker” — Edward Bloor Copy Share Image
“Once you've been taken, you usually have twenty-four hours left to live.” — Edward Bloor Copy Share Image
But be careful about the parts you agree to play...You never know when one is going to stick. — Edward Bloor Copy Share Image
Remember that, lad, if you never remember anything else. We all touch each other's lives, for better or for worse. So say the things… — Edward Bloor Copy Share Image
You get as many chances as you want; as many as you dare to make for yourself. — Edward Bloor Copy Share Image
But I can see. I can see everything. I can see things that Mom and Dad can’t. Or won’t. — Edward Bloor Copy Share Image
“Life is complicated. You don't only have two simple choices: drunk or teetotaler; saint or sinner. It's more complicated than that.” — Edward Bloor Copy Share Image
I had no night terrors. Maybe when your real life becomes the terror, there's just nothing left to dream about — Edward Bloor Copy Share Image
