“Talking to strangers sounded like talking to no one, which Henry had some firsthand experience in- in real life. It was lonely. Almost as lonely as Lake View Cemetery, where he'd buried Ethel.” — 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
