“We wrote our names in the sandYou crossed mine out: I can't getback to the way I was.”
“Well I wrote our names a thousand times...just to see yours sitting next to mine.”
“I wrote my way out.”
“And I wrote my way out of the labyrinth.”
“When I wrote and got out of the way, writing did writing.” (p.90)”
“this is why we call people exes, I guess - because the paths that cross in the middle end up separating at the end. it's too easy to see an X as a cross-out. it's not, because there's no way to cross out something like that. the X is a diagram of two paths.”