What did dead mean, Ray wondered. It meant lost, it meant frozen, it meant gone.

I watched my brother and my father. The truth was very different from what we learned in school. The truth was the line between the living and the dead could be, it seemed, murky and blurred.

I dont think ignorance is a way that you gain distance on something.

So there are cakes and pillows and colors galore, but underneath this more obvious patchwork quilt are places like a quiet room where you can go and hold someone's hand and not have to say anything.

He had been my almost. My might-have-been. I was afraid of what I wanted most - His kiss. Still, I collected kiss stories. -Susie Salmon

I live in a world where two truths coexist: where both hell and hope lie in the palm of my hand

Murder had a blood red door on the other side of which was everything unimaginable to everyone.