“ By the time you have a platform for saying what you want, you’ve already become part of the system. It’s how it works. Ingela Bohm
“ Ribs closing on his heart, Will battled internal sirens whose song he couldn’t yet decipher. During his childhood, ‘sin’ had been such an abstract word. It denoted getting your Sunday best dirty and t… Ingela Bohm
“ We are Darwin’s confetti. Some of us fall on bare rock. No matter how good you are, you can fail spectacularly. Just because you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Or just because of some fata… Ingela Bohm
