I knew something as I watched: almost everyone was saying goodbye to me. I was becoming one of the many little-girl-losts. They would go back to their homes and put me to rest, a letter from the past never to be reopened or reread. And I could say goodbye to them, wish them well, bless them somehow for their good thoughts. A handshake in the street, a dropped item picked up and retrieved and handed back, or a friendly wave from the distant window, a nod, a smile, a moment when the eyes lock over the antics of a child.
Alice SeboldAt fourteen, my sister sailed away from me into a place Iād never been. In the walls of my sex there was horror and blood, in the walls of hers there were windows.
Alice SeboldI forgive you," I said. I said what I had to. I would die by pieces to save myself from real death.
Alice Sebold