Life is a perpetual yesterday for us.

Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain.

Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.

I was in the air around him. I was in the cold mornings he had now. I was in the quiet time he spent alone. I was the girl he had chosen to kiss. He wanted, somehow to set me free. -Susie Salmon

The moon is whole all the time, but we can’t always see it. What we see is an almost moon or not-quite moon. The rest is hiding just out of view, but there’s only one moon, so we follow it in the sky. We plan our lives based on its rhythms and tides.

She no longer believed in talk. It never rescued anything.

Hey, Ocean Eyes,” my father said. “Where’d you go on us?