Nao

“Slowly, painfully, I realized what I had been reading from the very first words of his journal. My husband had had an inner life that went beyond his gregarious exterior, and if I had known enough to let him inside my guard, I might have understood this fact. Except I hadn’t, of course. I had let tidal pools and fungi that could devour plastic inside my guard, but not him. Of all the aspects of the journal, this ate at me the most. He had created his share of our problems—by pushing me too hard, by wanting too much, by trying to see something in me that didn’t exist. But I could have met him partway and retained my sovereignty. And now it was too late.”
― Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation

“I imagine he knows magic, if he is reading books. The book itself doesn’t matter. It’s that he found another world in it.”
― Rene Denfeld, The Enchanted

“Mourir et donner des noms, on ne fait sans doute rien de plus sincère, pendant tout le temps où on vit.”
― Alessandro Baricco, Questa storia

“Has there always been someone like me to bury the bodies, to have regrets, to carry on after everyone else was dead?”
― Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation