Hell is the absence of the people you long for. 24 ON THEIR SECOND DAY without the Symphony, Kirsten and August came upon a line of cars, queued along the shoulder of the road. It was late morning and...
Did this happen to all actors, this blurring of borders between performance and life?
Dear friends, I find myself immeasurably weary and I have gone to rest in the forest.
You told me you’re trying to shed your possessions or something, right? Exactly. They’re lovely, but I don’t want more things.
You know where I'm from, he said, and she understood what he meant by this. Once we lived on an island in the ocean. Once we took the ferry to go to high school, and at night the sky was brilliant in...
You know what bothered me about it? Everyone was supposedly committed to the pursuit of truth and beauty, or at least one of those things, but no one was actually doing anything about it, and it seeme...
You fall asleep for short periods and then for longer periods and then forever.
They call themselves the light. What about it? If you are the light, she said, then your enemies are darkness, right? I suppose. If you are the light, if your enemies are darkness, then there’s nothin...
The claustrophobia of the forest. The first few trees visible before her, monochrome contrasts of black shadow and white moonlight, and beyond that an entire continent, wilderness uninterrupted from o...
She wants to believe they’re lying in moonlight, but she knows the light through the window is probably mostly electric.
Once we lived on an island in the ocean. Once we took the ferry to go to high school, and at night the sky was brilliant in the absence of all these city lights. Once we paddled canoes to the lighthou...
No more diving into pools of chlorinated water lit green from below. No more ball games played out under floodlights. No more porch lights with moths fluttering on summer nights. No more trains runnin...
No more countries, all borders unmanned. No more fire departments, no more police. No more road maintenance or garbage pickup. No more spacecraft rising up from Cape Canaveral, from the Baikonur Cosmo...
Michaela wasn't someone Lilia ever trusted, but there was a certain kinship; she shared Lilia's suspicion that the world might prove, in the end, to have been either a mirage or a particularly elabora...
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 importan...
His only part in the story: to observe and remember the chain of events. Not all of us will be cast in the greatest dramas. Someone has to remember them.
Was one of those large, under-lit places that seemed to recede into shadow at the periphery, and in the murky middle
She’s come to understand that clothes are armor
Probably encounter people like him all the time. High-functioning sleepwalkers, essentially. What was it in this statement that made Clark want to weep? He was nodding, taking down as much as he could...
Only the dishonorable leave when things get difficult.