At fourteen my sister sailed away from me into a place I'd never been. In the walls of my sex there was horror and blood, in the walls of hers there were windows.
The relationship with the words someone uses is more intimate and integrated than just a quick read and a blurb can ever be. This intimacy - the words on the page being sent back and forth from engage...
Ruth had been a girl haunted and now she would be a woman haunted. First by accident and now by choice. All of it, the story of my life and death, was hers if she chose to tell it, even to one person...
Like snowflakes,' Franny said,'none of them the same and yet each one, from where we stand, exactly like the one before
Hey, Ocean Eyes, my father said. Where’d you go on us?
I could not imagine my youngest standing above her soiled grandmother in the wing chair and saying, "mother, let's kill her. "That's the only choice.
Who would have thought something that happened that long ago could have such power?
Then a little voice in him said, Let go, let go, let go
My name was Salmon like the fish, first name Susie.
If I had but an hour of love,if that be all that is given me,an hour of love upon this earth,I would give my love to thee.
I was like I was in science class: I was curious.
Horror on earth is real and it is everyday. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.
Your first kiss is destiny knocking.
The living room seemed to be where no living ever actually occurred.
She sat in her room on the couch my parents had given up on and worked on hardening herself. Take deep breaths and hold them. Try to stay still for longer and longer periods of time. Make yourself sma...
Murder had a blood red door on the other side of which was everything unimaginable to everyone.
Loss could be used as a measure of beauty in a woman.
I realized then that they would not know when I was gone, just as they could not know how heavily I hovered in a particular room. Buckley had talked to me and I had talked back. Even if I hadn't thoug...
How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home?
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