“After all this time, it seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out- but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.”
“I choose the labyrinth.”
“How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" to a margin note written in her loop-heavy cursive: Straight & Fast.”
“I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads”
“The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.”
“And I wrote my way out of the labyrinth.”