Your imagination needs to be broken in, I think, to become anywhere near as weird as the world. - Alexander Chee

...you can lose more than you thought possible and still grow back, stronger than anyone imagined.

her interest was not the beginning of a friendship but more of a measuring.

When an artist dies young there is always talk of the paintings unpainted, the books unwritten, which points to some imaginary storehouse of undone things and not to the imagination itself, the far richer treasure, lost. All of those works are the trail left behind, a path across time, left like the sun leaves gold on the sea: you can see it but you can't ever pick it up. What we lose with each death, though, is more like stars falling out of the sky and into the sea and gone. The something undone, the something that won't ever be done, always remains unendurable to consider. A permanent loss of possibility, so that what is left is only ever better than nothing, but the loss is limitless.