She couldn't disappoint the whole village. There were no wallscreens here, no newsfeeds or satellites bands, and touring soccer teams were no doubt few and far between. (...), that made stories a valuable commodity, and it probably wasn't very often that a stranger dropped in from the sky.

People only worry about the uncanny for about a week; that's the end of their attention span. After that, suspicions turn into shtick.

We needed to become world-famous soon, while there was still that kind of world to be famous in.

Typographical laziness was slowly destroying our culture, according to Lexa and her pals. Inexactitude was death.

Nature didn't need an operation to be beautiful. It just was.

Even mocking people helped their face stats. In the reputation economy, the only real way to hurt anyone was to ignore them completely. And it was pretty hard to ignore someone who made your blood boil.

It's amazing how quickly nature consumes human places after we turn our backs on them. Life is a hungry thing.