“ «Perhonen is not here anymore,» it says, with a voice made of wings and whispers. Hannu Rajaniemi
“ There is no greater love than a maker’s for the things she makes. Especially when they grow to be something she never imagined. Hannu Rajaniemi
“ Live on berries in a hollowed-out comet lit by artificial suns long enough, and you start to have delusions about achieving enlightenment. Hannu Rajaniemi
