I just want you to be happy. If that’s with me or with someone else or with nobody. I just want you to be happy.

Love is tied to truth.

You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth.

But I had to kill you, because the only other possible ending was us doing it, which I wasn't really emotionally ready to write about at ten.' 'Fair enough,' I say. 'But in the revision, I want to get some action.

I just want to do something that matters. Or be something that matters. I just want to matter.

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?

But mothers lie. It's in the job description.