Faith Sullivan

“I feel so alone,” she said. “You don’t realize how much space someone takes up until they’re gone and there’s too much emptiness. This place never echoed before. Now it does.” She was mystified.”
― Faith Sullivan, Good Night, Mr. Wodehouse

“Tomorrow was Sunday. Sunday was a good day to be born. I was born on Sunday, although I didn’t remember it. Sometimes, when Mama talked about it, I thought I could remember being afraid, high in the air, rocking in a little flannel blanket, clutched in a stork’s beak. What would Aunt Betty’s baby remember? If only babies could talk, they could tell us what God was like, before they forgot. If I asked Aunt Betty’s baby easy questions about God, questions you could answer yes or no, maybe she could give me a sign. Maybe God sent babies into the world without words, precisely so they wouldn’t reveal Him while they still remembered.”
― Faith Sullivan, The Cape Ann: A Novel