Hey, Ocean Eyes,” my father said. “Where’d you go on us?

How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home?

"When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things," Franny said. "What about the dead?" I asked. "Where do we go?"

Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.

The damage can fester under layers of time and change, and an ignorant, thoughtless remark can easily reopen the wound.

Life is a perpetual yesterday for us.

Ruth hadn't talked to my sister since before my death, and then it was only to excuse herself in the hallway at school. But she'd seen Lindsey walking home with Samuel and seen her smile with him. She watched as my sister said yes to pancakes and no to everything else. She had tried to imagine herself being my sister as she had spent time imagining being me.