“For a while children live under their mother’s skin. Then one day in the future, the mother lives under the child’s.” — Suzanne Supplee Copy Share Image
“How did your mother die?” asked Delk. “Car accident,” Katie replied, gazing out over the water. “She’d been to mass. A tire blew on the way home, and she was gone. I was nineteen, Pather’s age, when it happened. My… — Suzanne Supplee Copy Share Image
“For a while children live under their mother’s skin. Then one day in the future, the mother lives under the child’s.” — Suzanne Supplee Copy Share Image
“It's amazing when you think about it, all the possibilities, the things that might happen in this one brief life if you're not afraid… — Suzanne Supplee Copy Share Image
“One thing about stern teachers is that if you ever actually get a compliment out of them, it truly means something.” — Suzanne Supplee Copy Share Image
“You can change the exterior in a fairly short period of time, but the heart takes a whole lot longer.” — Suzanne Supplee Copy Share Image
“It's amazing when you think about it, all the possibilities, the things that might happen in this brief life if you're brave enough to… — Suzanne Supplee Copy Share Image
“In spite of everything, I still didn't miss high school. The real world, even with all its problems, suited me just fine.” — Suzanne Supplee Copy Share Image
“I could almost feel hope latching onto my heart and pulling it upward.” — Suzanne Supplee Copy Share Image
“Heat prickled my cheeks. My palms went clammy. Love is a lot like food poisoning.” — Suzanne Supplee Copy Share Image
“Emily Dickinson , in my opinion, is the perfect (although admittedly slightly cliche) poet for lonely fat girls.” — Suzanne Supplee Copy Share Image
“How did your mother die?” asked Delk. “Car accident,” Katie replied, gazing out over the water. “She’d been to mass. A tire blew on… — Suzanne Supplee Copy Share Image
“When you look at a person's eyes or her smile, you can't tell how much she weighs.” — Suzanne Supplee Copy Share Image
“Memories, sprang up in the most unusual ways, happy little gifts—as long as you didn’t let the sadness creep in.” — Suzanne Supplee Copy Share Image
