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

How to Commit the Perfect Murder" was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.

You save yourself or you remain unsaved.

I stared at her black hair. It was shiny like the promises in magazines.

Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.

Your first kiss is destiny knocking.

You could not be filled with hate and be beautiful. Like any other girl, I wanted to be beautiful. But I was filled with hate.

I like gardening - it's a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself.

I would like to tell you that I am, and you will one day be, forever safe.

She liked to imagine that when she passed the world looked after her, but she also knew how anonymous she was.

Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living.

A choice is an act of god, malevolent or loving is your will, free until conflicting with others who share this power, a true collision of good and evil.

I love this profession, but God, it can just destroy people, and I don't want that to happen and become some monster.

A small unkindness is a great offence.

Thrift is care and scruple in the spending of one's means. It is not a virtue and it requires neither skill nor talent.

Three years into the war, tens of thousands of American troops remain targets of a growing Iraqi insurgency.

You can't trust machines. You can't trust people.

We live with that sense of not being enough, and it causes a very painful state.

Personally, I think they killed the bear because they were afraid of it. That s what people do, kill the things they re afraid of.

When I was a student, the laws of physics were regarded as completely off limits. The job of the scientist, we were told, is to discover the laws and apply them, not inquire into their provenance.

Always have something to look forward to.