Ever since I was twelve, I dreamed of being an author. I just never had the fortitude to see any of my stories through to completion. I would start a book, get a few chapters in, and grow bored or get distracted by something else.

Run, we think, as buildings crumble. Run, as people perish.

Statistics were magic like this: they could tell you with near-certainty that a thing would occur, without a hint of when or where.

Ever since I was twelve, I dreamed of being an author. I just never had the fortitude to see any of my stories through to completion. I would start a book, get a few chapters in, and grow bored or get distracted by something else.

some things are better off back in the past. Where they belong.

There were certain things, learned so young and remembered so deep that they felt like little stones in the center of her mind.

It was the hubris of each generation to think this anew, to think that their time was special, that all things would come to an end with them.