Caroline is no longer sufffering from personhood.

It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you.

Love is keeping the promise anyway.

Real gangster-ass Nerdfighters don't run from nothing... 'cause real gangster-ass Nerdfighters can't run fast.

A Margo for each of us--and each more mirror than window.

You could hear the wind in the leaves, and on that wind traveled the screams of the kids on the playground in the distance, little kids figuring out how to be alive, how to navigate a world that wasn't made for them by navigating a playground that was.

Our lives are composed of a finite set of moments that we choose how to spend.