“The king stood in a pool of blue light, unmoored.”

“The king stood in a pool of blue light, unmoored.”

“Of course,” the cabbie said, “you don’t know where you’re going unless you know where you’re going.”

“The wren goes to't”

“She knows there are traps everywhere that can make her cry, she knows the way she dies a little every time someone asks her for change and she doesn't give it to them means that she's too soft for this world or perhaps just for this city, she feels so small here.”

“To survive is not enough. To simply exist... is not enough!' - Roga Danar”

“People want what was best about the world.”

“The more we know about the former world, the better we’ll understand what happened when it fell.”

“She works on her never-ending project for hours at a time. In art school they talked about day jobs in tones of horror. She never would have imagined that her day job would be the calmest and least cluttered part of her life.”

“If you write literary fiction that’s set partly in the future, you’re apparently a sci-fi writer ... I think of it as being more of a story about what remains after we lose everything and the importance of art in our lives.”

“The king stood in a pool of blue light, unmoored.”

“Miranda opened her eyes in time to see the sunrise. A wash of violent color, pink and streaks of brilliant orange, the container ships on the horizon suspended between the blaze of the sky and the water aflame, the seascape bleeding into confused visions of Station Eleven, its extravagant sunsets the its indigo sea. The lights of the fleet fading into morning, the ocean burning into sky.”