I knew that I would know more dead people. The bodies pile up. Could there be a space in my memory for each of them, or would I forget a little of Alaska every day for the rest of my life?

My regret was immediate and permanent and useless.

As long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.

I hadn’t been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed.

Meriwether Lewis's last words were, 'I am not a coward, but I am so strong. So hard to die.' I don't doubt that it is, but it cannot be much harder than being left behind.

And then I screwed up and the Colonel screwed up and Takumi screwed up and she slipped through our fingers.

Nerdfighter pwns woot. Everyone knows that.