” A body does not like being bought and sold like a basket of eggs, even if the person who cracks the shells is kind.”
” She looks like a flower blooming in the desert sunset, the wind whipping her clothes around her in sheets of color” (p. 92).
” My bundle is light.
My burden is heavy.”
” You tell yourself your brother comes first, and it’s okay. Poor you. But really he’s just an excuse. An excuse to hide behind, so you don’t have to do anything or take any risks.”