The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory. The living, thank heaven, retain the ability to surprise and to disappoint.

“She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.”

“We had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth”

“I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well—but never quite p…”

“Things never happened like I imagined them" - Pudge (Looking For Alaska)”