Quotes from Tara Sullivan

We sit like that until the sun bleeds into the night sky and the cracks in the wooden shed door glow pink. When this happens I know we've made it through the worst of it. Pain is like sadness; both are easier to bear in daylight.

The bouncing cricket that was my brother is gone. Now when I look into his eyes, an old man stares back at me.

You know what happens to people who ask questions. And you know what happens to people who answer them.

There are thousands of kids like us, working across the country to make a sweet for rich kids in other places. Thousands. It's a number that matters to me so much that I can't wrap my mind around it.

there may be some journeys that you just never come all the way home from.

somewhere up there is another little boy who's thirsty for the sky, facing a lifetime in the dark. And somewhere up there is another little girl who has no idea how to dig out from under the weight of an unwanted future. They need to know that there are other paths ... that they are the treasure of the world.

Neither of us says anything. Why would we? There is nothing to say.

The shower may take care of the old dirt in my hair and on my skin, but there are some things that being in a nice bathroom just won't wash away.