My father had not been outside the house except to drive back and forth to work or sit out in the backyard, for months, nor had he seen his neighbors. Now he looked at them, from face to face, until he realized I had been loved by people he didn't even recognize. His heart filled up, warm again as it had not been in what seemed so long to him- save small forgotten moments with Buckley, the accidents of love that happened with his son. ~pgs 209-210; Buckley, Lindsey and Jack on Susie
Alice Seboldbut, he also said it because part of him wanted more of her, this cold woman who was not exactly cold, this rock who was not stone.
Alice SeboldI missed her then but it was an odd sort of missing because by then, I knew the meaning of forever.
Alice Sebold