Susie Salmon: These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence. The connections, sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent., that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it.
Susie Salmon: My murderer was a man from our neighborhood. I took his photo once as he talked to my parents about his border flowers. I was aiming for the bushes when he got in the way. He stepped out of nowhere and ruined the shot. He ruined a lot of things.
Buckley Salmon: Grandma? I know where Susie is.
Grandma Lynn: Yeah, Susie's gone to heaven, sweetheart.
Buckley Salmon: Lindsey said there is no heaven.
Grandma Lynn: All right then, she's dead.
Buckley Salmon: You might be dead soon.
Grandma Lynn: Why do you say
that?
Buckley Salmon: Because you're old.
Grandma Lynn: Thirty-five is not old.
Ray Singh: If I had but an hour of love, If that be all that is given me, An hour of love upon this earth,
Susie Salmon: [Ray's poem finished by Susie] I would give my love to thee.
Susie Salmon: I was in the blue horizon between heaven and earth. The days were unchanging and every night I dream the same dream. The smell of damp earth. The scream no one heard. The sound of my heart beating like a hammer against cloth and I would hear them calling, the voices of the dead. I wanted to follow them to find a way out but I would always come back to the same door.
And I was afraid. I knew if I went in there I would never come out.