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“Guilt and doubt and fear had already settled into my young body like ghosts haunting a house.”

“Disability Justice allowed me to understand that me writing from my sickbed wasn't me being week or uncool or not a real writer but a time-honoured crip creative practice. And that understanding allowed me to finally write from a disabled space, for and about sick and disabled people, including myself, without feeling like I was writing about boring, private things that no one would understand.”

“If you read a novel to the end, then it’s over. I would never want to do something as wasteful as that. I’d much rather keep it here with me, safe and sound, forever.”

“I realized what I felt . . . happy. It was such a strange, unusual feeling—light, calm, as though I’d swallowed sunshine.”

“A world without you. I am not brave enough.”

“He said forgetting was easy. It’s the remembering that wears you down.”

“She hadn't realized how long it takes to become somebody else, or how lonely it can be living in a world not meant for you.”

“Our lives can only be lived forward and understood backwards. Living a life and understanding it occupy different dimensions.”

“How cyclical and bittersweet for a child to retrace the image of their mother. For a subject to turn back to document their archivist.”