Emily St. John Mandel
A life, remembered, is a series of photographs and disconnected short films. — Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven ( Knopf; First Edition, September 9, 2014)
A life, remembered, is a series of photographs and disconnected short films. — Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven ( Knopf; First Edition, September 9, 2014)
I know there’s no heaven. I know it all turns to nothingness. But I fear there will be some remnant of me left within that void. Left conscious by some random fluke. Something that will scream out for this. That one speck of my soul will still exist and be left trapped and wanting. For… Continue reading Drew Magary
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)