Not to ask the obvious question, but why Alaska?

And imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

Her library filled her bookshelves and then overflowed into waist-high stacks of books everywhere, piled haphazardly against the walls. If just one of them moved... the domino effect could engulf the three of us in an asphyxiating mass of literature.

And I wrote my way out of the labyrinth.

The snow may be falling in the winter of my discontent, but at least I've got sarcastic company.

Peeing is like a good book in that it is very, very hard to stop once you start.

The truth hurts because it's real. It hurts because it mattered. And that's an important thing to acknowledge to yourself.