At least for tonight. In sickness and in health. In good times and in bad. For richer, for poorer. 'Till dawn do us part.

I am concussed," I announced, entirely sure of my self-diagnosis.

I had a moral opposition to eating before dawn on the grounds that I was not a nineteenth-century Russian peasant fortifying myself for a day in the fields.

I still think that maybe the "afterlife" is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable. Maybe we are just matter, and matter gets recycled

We are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be.

We had to forgive to survive the labyrinth

You matter as much as the things that matter to you. And I got so backwards trying to matter to him. All this time, there were real things to care about: real, good people who care about me, and this place. It's so easy to get stuck. You just get caught in being something, being special or cool or whatever, to the point where you don't even know why you need it; you just think you do.