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Margaret and the Mystery of the Missing Body Margaret and the Mystery of the Missing Body by Megan Milks
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“What story? Nothing bad had ever happened to you. You had no real problems. That was the problem. You barely existed at all.”
Megan Milks, Margaret and the Mystery of the Missing Body
“People ask, How did you get in here? What they really want to know is: How did they get in here themselves? You can't acknowledge the real question, because the truth is: it's easy.

And it is easy to slip into a parallel universe. There are so many of them: worlds of the insane, the criminal, the dying: art. These worlds exist alongside this world and resemble it, but are not in it.

Thank god. Without these other worlds, we would have no way of surviving this one.”
Megan Milks, Margaret and the Mystery of the Missing Body
“If adolescence is a passageway, a twilight zone or liminal space, it's also the time when, like thick blobs of gummy dough, we get poured into shape and rise. It's plastic time, a time of self-discovery and growth, and in some cases tremendous creativity. Teenagehood is that stage when you get to become who you are, or who you can be. Ah, there's the rub: How can you be who you are when - Margaret doesn't know how to finish this question.”
Megan Milks, Margaret and the Mystery of the Missing Body
“I wouldn't mind it if my body went missing, I thought, then paused to think that through. If we all went around in just our brains, sooner or later we'd be calling our brains too fat, too gray, too slimy... Which obviously wouldn't solve anything.”
Megan Milks, Margaret and the Mystery of the Missing Body
“Adolescence: We all go through it, some of us again and again. It's a transitional space, a waiting room, this long, shapeless stretch between youth and adulthood, naivete and knowledge. It's the private heat within which our goop becomes what it wants to become. It's the mystery of the banana, the magic converting yellow. It's the burrow of dirt into which the earthworm worms to improve itself in secret. It's the passage from this into that, from here to there, to some kind of passing maturity. Adolescence is the hallway. The between, the almost, the not-there-yet.”
Megan Milks, Margaret and the Mystery of the Missing Body