Outside the hospital, a young girl who was selling small bouquets of daffodils, their green stems tied with lavender ribbons. I watched as my mother bought out the girl's whole stock. Nurse Eliot, who...
There were also the Masters of Arcane Knowledge. Everyone begrudged their presence among the gifteds. These were the kids that could break down an engine and build it back again - no diagrams or instr...
When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things.
These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent-that happened after I was gone. And I began to see...
There was one thing my murderer didn't understand; he didn't understand how much a father could love his child.
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....
Stones and bones;snow and frost;seeds and beans and polliwogs.Paths and twigs, assorted kisses,We all know who Susie misses...
Every day a question mark.
They would go back to their homes and put me to rest, a letter from the past never reopened or reread.
The living deserve attention, too
Since then he had taken these photos out too many times to count, but each time he looked into the face of this woman he had felt something growing inside him. It took him a long time to realize what...
She told her journal about me passing by her in the parking lot, about how on that night I had touched her-literally, she felt it, reached out. What I had looked like then. How she dreamed about me. H...
She had a stare that stretched to infinity. She was, in that moment, not my mother but something separate from me.
She could shut out the whole world, including herself.
No one on the street thought anything of the downtown girl dressed in black who had paused in the middle of midtown foot traffic. In her art student camouflage she could walk the entire length of Manh...
How to Commit the Perfect Murder was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.
And my sister, my Lindsey, left me in her memories, where I was meant to be.
There’s no condition one adjusts to so quickly as a state of war.
She didn't even have to smile, and she rarely did outside her house--it was the eyes, her dancer's carriage, the way she seemed to deliberate over the smallest movement of her body.
No one can pull anyone back from anywhere. You save yourself or you remain unsaved.