Claire

“She glimpsed that same craving in Jenny Fisk—an ask, for suffering. It was the scariest thing about being a woman. It was hardwired, ageless, the part that knew you could have the good without the hurt, but it wouldn’t be nearly as exquisite.”
― 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

“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

“When someone dies, it becomes a competition to be in charge of the history of that person. People want their memory to be the real one.”
― Gabriel Smith, Brat