I was a bit of a Victorian Lady, fainting-wise.

What happens in the band room stays in the band room.

But we can't know better until knowing better is useless.

We just sat there quiet for a long time, which was fine, and I was thinking about way back in the very beginning in the Literal Heart of Jesus.

Witness also that when we talk about literature, we do so in the present tense. When we speak of the dead, we are not so kind.

I told Augustus the broad outline of my miracle: diagnosed with Stage IV thyroid cancer when I was thirteen. (I didn’t tell him that the diagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like: Congratulations! You’re a woman. Now die.)

The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, there was no longer anyone to remember with.