No one else noticed, or cared. It was just something they did. Taking other peopleโs livestock. Other peopleโs lives. She watched the soldiers, hating them. They were different in so many ways, white and black, yellow and brown, skinny, short, tall, small, but they were all the same. Didnโt matter if they wore finger-bone necklaces, or baby teeth on bracelets, or tattoos on their chests to ward off bullets. In the end, they were all mangled with battle scars and their eyes were all dead.
Paolo BacigalupiShe smiles at him, too young to know him for a stranger, and too innocent yet to care.
Paolo BacigalupiMost of the news about the state of the environment is pretty ugly. This is frightening for me personally, but actually motivational for me artistically.
Paolo Bacigalupi