She would disappear folded like origami into her own dreams
Only other people can make you feel real.
It's hard to get justice in the real world. It's possible in fiction.
World needs more angels, even plywood ones.
What I love about collaborating is that you're working with other minds that work differently to yours.
The future is not as loud as war, but it is relentless. It has a terrible fury all its own.