The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, there was no longer anyone to remember with.

“Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, p…”

“The nature of the labyrinth, I scribbled into my spiral notebook, and the way o…”

“I didn't know whether to trust Alaska, and I'd certainly had enough of her unpr…”

“You're arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is f…”