So instead of naming me Harmony or Mary, they agreed to let me decide... And then on my seventh birthday, my present was that I got to pick my name. Cool, huh? So I spent the whole day looking at my dad's globe for a really cool name. And so my first choice was Chad, like the country in Africa. But then my dad said that was a boy's name, so I picked Alaska.
How will we ever get out of this labyrinth of suffering?
The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.
That swan is the spawn of Satan. Never get closer to it than we are now.
Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war.
When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books.
My question? It has no answer.
It’s not imaginary. It’s my great perhaps.
I wondered whether I could find a Great Perhaps here at all or whether I had made a grand miscalculation.
The pigs can’t stop the fox; I’m too quick. I can rhyme while I run; I’m that slick.
This mystery can’t be solved. We have to live with that for the rest of our lives.
And I wrote my way out of the labyrinth.
Not to ask the obvious question, but why Alaska?
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