Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.
Life is a perpetual yesterday for us.
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 things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body had been my life.
Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living.
Sometimes you cry, Susie, even when someone you love has been gone a long time.
My name is Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered.
You save yourself or you remain unsaved.
I fell in love with you again; While you were away - Jack Salmon