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

A father's suspicion...' she began. Is as powerful as a mother's intuition.' ~pg 87, Ruana Singh and Jack Salmon

Sometimes you cry, Susie, even when someone you love has been gone a long time.

I was the girl he had chosen to kiss. He wanted, somehow to set me free. He didn't want to burn my photo or toss it away, but he didn't want to look at me anymore, either.

You save yourself or you remain unsaved.

Poison and medicine are often the same thing, given in different proportions

Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.