How to Commit the Perfect Murder" was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.

If I shut my eyes, I believed, I would disappear. To make it through, I had to be present the whole time.

I have never been shy about listening to the input of others and weighing it seriously.

The stains could be seen only in the sunlight, so Ruth was never really aware of them until later, when she would stop at an outdoor cafe for a cup of coffee, and look down at her skirt and see the dark traces of spilled vodka or whiskey. The alcohol had the effect of making the black cloth blacker. This amused her; she had noted in her journal: 'booze affects material as it does people'.

I missed her then but it was an odd sort of missing because by then, I knew the meaning of forever.

The dead are never exactly seen by the living, but many people seem acutely aware of something changed around them. They speak of a chill in the air. The mates of the deceased wake from dreams and see a figure standing at the end of thier bed, or in a doorway, or boarding, phantomlike, a city bus.

He would find his Susie,inside his young son. Give that love to the living.