“Can I help you up?” "No,” she said bitterly. “I prefer to drag myself along the hardwood floor.” "Bitch,” I said, squatting to help her up.” — Charlaine Harris Copy Share Image
“You don't notice the dead leaving when they really hoose to leave you. You're not meant to. At most you feel them as a whisper or the wave of a whisper undulating down.” — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
