Right. I'd forgotten about her.' He shook his head. 'That keeps happening.

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

A paper town for a paper girl.

The job of reading is to use stories as a way into seeing other people as we see ourselves

Without Pain, How Could We Know Joy?

You can't just make yourself matter and then die, Alaska, because now I am irretrievably different, and I'm sorry I let you go, yes, but you made the choice. You left me Perhapsless, stuck in your goddamned labyrinth. And now I don't even know if you chose the straight and fast way out, if you left me like this on purpose. And so I never knew you, did I? I can't remember, because I never knew.

...Kaitlyn never wore open-toed shoes on account of how she hated her feet because she felt her second toes were too long, as if the second toe was a window into the soul or something.