My heart shifted a little in my chest; it seemed to swell and beat against my bones until I couldn’t hear. — Ann Aguirre, Enclave. (Feiwel & Friends; 1 edition April 12, 2011)
[O]nly death can get us out of this and maybe not even death. Maybe it’s too late; we’ll carry this deterioration with us to the next life. — Philip K. Dick, Dr. Bloodmoney. (Vintage; Reprint edition, May 14, 2002) Originally published 1965.
Survival is insufficient. — Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven. (Knopf; First Edition edition September 9, 2014)
I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want our rib cages to crack open and our hearts to migrate and merge. I want our cells to braid together like living thread. — Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies. (Atria/Emily Bestler Books; Media Tie-In… Continue reading Isaac Marion
Sometimes I wish I never had to sleep. Sometimes I think that if I stay very, very still, if I never move at all, things will change. I think if I freeze myself I can freeze the pain. Sometimes I won’t move for hours. I will not move an inch. If time stands still nothing… Continue reading Tahereh Mafi