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“When someone close to you is dying, you can begin to feel wary of their everyday belongings. You've heard horror stories about sorting through 'their things' in the weeks afterwards. You look with mounting unease at your mother's dressing gown, her slippers, her purse hanging, uncharacteristically unemployed, on the bathroom hook...”
― Laurence Scott, Picnic Comma Lightning: In Search of a New Reality

“I don’t want to be work. I don’t want you to feel that I’m work.”
“Somewhere along the way your wires got crossed. Your brain decided that you’re not worth people’s time and effort, and that if you ask for anything, they won’t just say no, they’ll also leave you. That’s not how love works, Elsie.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Love, Theoretically

“Not everyone wants you to be someone else, Elsie. And I definitely wouldn’t want you to be George.”
“And why is that?”
“It would be a waste.”
“A waste of what?”
“Of you.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Love, Theoretically

“Death runs like radioactive iodine through your sense of reality, allowing this reality to be looked at in high contrast, its structures glowing. It has a way of making things very true, but also, somehow, less real.”
― Laurence Scott, Picnic Comma Lightning: In Search of a New Reality