Claire

“But Saffy knew about catastrophe. It was arbitrary. A thing descended from nowhere, pointed a bony finger, and smirked. As if to say: I choose you.”
― Danya Kukafka, Notes on an Execution

“Grief was a hole. A portal to nothing. Grief was a walk so long Hazel forgot her own legs. It was a shock of blinding sun. A burst of remembering: sandals on pavement, a sleepy back seat, nails painted on the bathroom floor. Greif was a loneliness that felt like a planet.”
― Danya Kukafka, Notes on an Execution

“Memory is irrevocably wrapped in loss. I worry about the future sometimes. Everything is photographed. I can watch television shows from 50 years ago on the computer. It’s as if by losing nothing, we’re losing loss, and forgetting how to remember.”
― Gabriel Smith, Brat

“She had known from a young age that everyone had darkness inside-some just controlled it better than others. Very few people believed that they were bad, and this was the scariest part. Human nature could be so hideous, but it persisted in this ugliness by insisting it was good.”
― Danya Kukafka, Notes on an Execution