Character: Susie Salmon

From time to time I connected these two words. "No, please" or "No, please". It's like tugging the door when jammed lock, or shout "catch, catch, catch" when the ball is over your head flying into the stands.

Now for me life is a perpetual yesterday.

"How to commit the perfect murder" - in heaven this game is not new. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away without a trace.

The eyes are the oceans, and they crash.

He knew I was now far away; and who is far away, he'll be back soon.

In each hut their rattles.

From the time of my death, he entered into each new day like a minefield. But, hand on heart, the day of my funeral promised to be the worst.

He had dark gray eyes. Looking from heaven, I rushed into them headlong.

I had a feeling that we are on opposite sides of Migrania, yet born to be there, but they never could explain.

Our only kiss left to say, casual, like an iridescent spot of gasoline.

When we played with my sister, we have Barbie and Ken always got married at the age of 16. In our view, a person could only be one true love - no compromises, no repetitions.

But, having reached the last line, when life floats away like a boat from the shore, you begin to grasp at the death, like a lifeline, which is your disposal: you just hang to tight and let me take you far away from the place.

In solitude I longed but my longing was what dulled because at that time I have realized the meaning of the word "never".

I suddenly turned into a stinking sea, where he got to shit.