Because he had been sleepwalking, Clark realized, moving half-asleep through the motions of his life for a while now, years; not specifically unhappy, but when had he last found real joy in his work?...
At moments when other people could only stare, he wanted to be the one to step forward.
And for me, now as then, it is too much. There is too much world.
Although actually when she thought about it, Annette said, the post-apocalyptic movies she’d seen had all involved zombies. I’m just saying, she said, it could be much worse.
A liquid movement below on the tarmac; a cat, hunting in the shadows.
Überleben allein ist unzureichend
But the lead caravan carries an additional line of text: Because survival is insufficient.
All the shadows and light and splendorous horrors that make up the riptides of life on earth.
Zu Hause, das ist eine kleine, dunkle Wohnung mit einer täglich wachsenden Wollmauspopulation.
What she aspired to was a kind of delirious perfection. What Lilia wanted was to travel, but not only that; she wanted to be a citizen of everywhere, free-wheeling and capable of instant flight.
We bemoaned the impersonality of the modern world, but that was a lie, it seemed to him; it had never been impersonal at all. There had always been a massive delicate infrastructure of people, all of...
They swore at airport management, at the TSA, at the airlines, at their useless phones, furious because fury was the last defense against understanding what the news stations were reporting.
There was the flu that exploded like a neutron bomb over the surface of the earth and the shock of the collapse that followed, the first unspeakable years when everyone was traveling, before everyone...
There was a new heaven and a new earth, the archer whispered. She saw the look on August’s face just afterward and realized that the gunman had been his first—he’d had the colossal good fortune to hav...
There had always been a massive delicate infrastructure of people, all of them working unnoticed around us, and when people stop going to work, the entire operation grinds to a halt.
The boy turns to his parents and for an instant in the twilight he looks like his namesake, like Jeevan’s brother. He comes to them, the moment already passed, and Jeevan lifts him into his arms to ki...
Symphony members knew much about science, which was frankly maddening given how much time these people had had to look things up on the Internet before the world ended.
Survival might be insufficient, she’d told Dieter in late-night arguments, but on the other hand, so was Shakespeare. He’d trotted out his usual arguments, about how Shakespeare had lived in a plague-...
Sartre: Hell is other people in pen inside one of the caravans, and someone else had scratched out other people and substituted flutes. People
Of all of them there at the bar that night, the bartender was the one who survived the longest. He died three weeks later on the road out of the city.