What lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself... We began the impossible process of trying to forget them... But we have never found an answer. It didn't matter in the end how old they were... but only that we had loved them... and that they hadn't heard us calling. Still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms... where they went to be alone for all time... and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
Source: "Virgin Suicides"
Contributed by: Tracy Phaup