“In a small town, unexplained tragedy can only go so long before it grows teeth, sprouts sharp claws, and turns, snarling, on its own self. Before fragments of gossip become rumors, and the rumors become suspicions. Before neighbors start eyeing each other with the mistrustful narrowness of oft-kicked dogs. Inside the safe shelter of their homes, husbands and wives draw the blinds tight and turn to each other, worrying at small bits of information and wondering who, who among their shrinking circle of trusted friends, might still know something he isn’t telling.”
“As it was a small town and a bored town and a hopeful town, kids talked and rumors started.”
“...knew each other in that honest, unmitigated way that people get to know you who meet you when you're still young. Before all the rest of it. Before it becomes both easier and harder to know yourself.”
“There's only so many times you can kick a dog before it turns viscous. (Julian) ”
“There were only so many kicks a dog could take before it turned vicious.’ (Acheron)”
“Before you can successfully make friends with others, first you have to become your own friend.”