With what you were talking about before. The world being broken. Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces." Nick says. "Maybe," Nick says, "what we're supposed to do is come together. That's how we stop the breaking.

The desert adapts. The people adapt. Live. Die. Struggle. Suffer. Create. The people in the real world beyond Demesne's ring are not all manufactured perfection. They deal.

One of the failures of cellular communication is that tiredness often comes across as sadness.

Can we try to be wise with each other for a very long time?

Things change all the time, mostly in little ways.

I particularly loved the adjective bookish, which I found other people used about as often as ramrod or chum or teetotaler.

Life is funny, baby, and that's no joke