“What I fell in love with about the law so many years ago was the way that in making a story, in making a neat narrative of events, it finds a beginning, and therefore cause. But I didn’t understand then… — Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich Copy Share Image
“When a lifeline comes, you don’t evaluate whether it’s the right one. You just grab for it, and hold on.” — Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich Copy Share Image
“I remember a new heaviness in my body, but maybe that's the work of time and my looking back.” — Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich Copy Share Image
“The law—with each side’s relentless pursuit of one story—has never known what to do with this complicated middle ground. But life is full of… — Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich Copy Share Image
“So I try something new. Not turning my back to the past, not fleeing it, but extending a hand. I say to the past,… — Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich Copy Share Image
“I knew it was gonna rain,” she tells them. “But I’m kind of glad, because it’s like the angels in heaven are crying.” The” — Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich Copy Share Image
“This is the logic I will never find an answer to, the way in my family a hurt will always be your hurt or… — Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich Copy Share Image
“Lyme disease is new then, barely known. The doctor hasn’t tested me for it. We can see only what we have a name for.… — Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich Copy Share Image
“All of these events, we would understand, were tangled together- no one cause, no one beginning.” — Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich Copy Share Image
“Consistency is what we prize, and coherency, and reason, and to be true to our ideals so that they fit together into the neat… — Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich Copy Share Image
“But is an act ever really only about itself? Does any element of this story occur in isolation? I” — Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich Copy Share Image
“But strangely, I am all right. The world I belong to now is the one in the books I read. When I am awake,… — Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich Copy Share Image
“In the books I find the thrum of everything unsayable. The characters weep the way I want to, love the way I want to,… — Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich Copy Share Image
