but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever.

We're invisible. I've never been here with someone else. It's different being invisible with someone.

And yes, again, that was it exactly. A retyper and not a writer. A prodigy and not a genius.

I pulled the oxygen tubes from my nostrils and raised the tube up over my head, handing it to Dad. I wanted it to be just me and just him.

She loved mysteries so much that she became one.

I hadn’t read a real series like that since I was a kid, and it was exciting to live again in an infinite fiction.

what i really want - and what i never get - is to be appreciated. do you know what it’s like to work so hard to make sure everyone’s happy, and to have not a single person recognize it