The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we'd done were less real and important than they had been hours before.

Like the way the sun is right now, with the long shadows, and that kind of bright, soft light you get when the sun isn't quite setting? That's the light that makes everything better, everything prettier, and today, everything just seemed to be in that light.

Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war

Thank you for explaining that my eye cancer isn't going to make me deaf. I feel so fortunate that an intellectual giant like yourself would deign to operate on me.

March 4th, the only day that is also a sentence

At some point, I realized I was Kaitlyning the encounter, so I decided to text Kaitlyn and ask for some advice.

People believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.