Every Day A Question Mark.

You're Not Supposed To Look Back, You're Supposed To Keep Going.

Each Time I Told My Story, I Lost A Bit, The Smallest Drop Of Pain. It Was That Day That I Knew I Wanted To Tell The Story Of My Family. Because Horror On Earth Is Real And It Is Every Day. It Is Like A Flower Or Like The Sun; It Cannot Be Contained.

I Had Always Been In Love With Him. I Counted The Lashes Of Each Closed Eye. He Had Been My Almost, My Might Have Been, And I Did Not Want To Leave Him

The Alcohol Had The Effect Of Making The Black Cloth Blacker. This Amused Her; She Had Noted In Her Journal: "booze Affects Material As It Does People.

Ruth Hadn't Talked To My Sister Since Before My Death, And Then It Was Only To Excuse Herself In The Hallway At School. But She'd Seen Lindsey Walking Home With Samuel And Seen Her Smile With Him. She Watched As My Sister Said Yes To Pancakes And No To Everything Else. She Had Tried To Imagine Herself Being My Sister As She Had Spent Time Imagining Being Me.