Like snowflakes,' Franny said,'none of them the same and yet each one, from where we stand, exactly like the one before
Alice SeboldHe was beginning to understand: You were treated special and, later, something horrible would be told to you.
Alice SeboldI tried to take solace in Holiday, our dog. I missed him in a way I hadn't yet let myself miss my mother and father, my sister and brother. That way of missing would mean that I had accepted that I would never be with them again; it might sound silly but I didn't believe it, would not believe it.
Alice Sebold