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Dr. Eleven: What was it like for you, at the end?
Captain Lonagan: It was exactly like waking up from a dream.

What I mean to say is, the more you remember, the more you've lost.

She started to explain her project to him again but the words stopped in her throat. 'You don't have to understand it,' she said. 'It's mine.

but the lead caravan carries an additional line of text: Because survival is insufficient.

They spend all their lives waiting for their lives to begin.

A life, remembered, is a series of photographs and disconnected short films.

but mostly his work just made him dislike houses. These enormous anchors that people tied to their lives.

There is too much world.

Dear V.,
I'm a terrible actor and this city is fucking freezing and I miss you.
- A.

I don't believe in the perfectibility of the individual. What was it in this statement that made Clark want to weep?

I don't really remember what computer screens looked like,

Cold rain, the sidewalk shining, the shhh of car tires on the wet street. Thinking about the terrible gulf of years between eighteen and fifty.

The stillness of the water, the horizon framed by other glass towers and miniature boats drifting in the distance.

She is beautiful in a way that makes people forget what they were going to say when they look at her.

So we ask them who they are, and their leader smiles at me and says, 'We are the light.'

The more we know about the former world, the better we'll understand what happened when it fell.

Because survival is insufficient.

First we only want to be seen, but once we're seen, that's not enough anymore. After that, we want to be remembered.

A tired king at the end of his reign, perhaps not as sharp as he had been, contemplating a disastrous division of his kingdom.

That's the thing I like about birthdays, they stay in one place.

Of course," the cabbie said, "you don't know where you're going unless you know where you're going.

There were a number of impractical shoes, stilettos mostly, beautiful and strange.

was one of those large, under-lit places that seemed to recede into shadow at the periphery, and in the murky middle

Time had been reset by catastrophe.

Montreal was less than two inches to the north.

So this is how it ends, she thought, when the call was over, and she was soothed by the banality of it.

Did this happen to all actors, this blurring of borders between performance and life?

There are certain qualities of light that blur the years.

The thing with the new world," the tuba had said once, "is it's just horrifically short on elegance.

All of the information in the world is on the Internet, and the Internet is all around you, drifting through the air like pollen on a summer breeze.

People want what was best about the world.

(The best advice her mother ever gave her: "Walk in like you own the place.")

Survival is insufficient.

The wren goes to't

The king stood in a pool of blue light, unmoored.

Everything ends. I am not afraid.

I stood looking over my damaged home and tried to forget the sweetness of life on Earth.

Of all of them there at the bar that night, the bartender was the one who survived the longest. He died three weeks later on the road out of the city.

Do you remember when we were young and gorgeous?

She wants to believe they're lying in moonlight, but she knows the light through the window is probably mostly electric.

No one ever thinks they're awful, even people who really actually are. It's some sort of survival mechanism.

Do you remember when you were young and gorgeous? Clark wanted to ask. Do you remember when everything seemed limitless?

How without any one of these people the world is a subtly but unmistakably altered place,

He was half-naked in the bed, lying like a starfish. After she got up he always liked to see how much of the bed he could sleep on at once.

She slipped so easily into the folds of his life

No more pharmaceuticals. No more certainty of surviving a scratch on one's hand, a cut on a finger while chopping vegetables for dinner, a dog bite.

Jeevan's understanding of disaster preparedness was based entirely on action movies, but on the other hand, he'd seen a lot of action movies. He

They are always waiting, the people of the Undersea. They spend all their lives waiting for their lives to begin. Miranda

what else might this awakening world contain?

she's come to understand that clothes are armor

I believe when you're speaking English, you're allowed to refer to it as Prague.

Not merely pretty, he decides. She is actually beautiful, but it's a subtle kind of beauty that takes some time to make itself apparent.

I repent nothing,

Nothing is over yet, she told herself. The cat's still inside.

Well, it's nice that at least the celebrity gossip survived.

paper fell out of the book. It was a page torn from

It was gorgeous and claustrophobic. I loved it and I always wanted to escape.

They acted because they loved acting, but also, let's be honest here, to be noticed. All they wanted was to be seen.

You can't argue with them, because they live by an entirely different logic.

If your soul left this earth I would follow and find you.

Love is like the lion's tooth.

Because we are always looking for the former world, before all the traces of the former world are gone.

Isn't indiscretion the very definition of weakness?

TWENTY YEARS AFTER the end of air travel, the caravans of the Traveling Symphony moved slowly under a white-hot sky.

She had been overtipping for as long as she'd had money. These small compensations for how fortunate she'd been.

I've heard of a dozen prophets over the years. It's not an uncommon occupation.

Being alive is a risk.

Hell is the absence of the people you long for.

The beauty of this world where almost everyone was gone. If hell is other people, what is a world with almost no people in it?

Survival might be insufficient, she'd told Dieter in late-night arguments, but on the other hand, so was Shakespeare.

It's the work itself that's important to me.' Miranda is aware of how pretentious this sounds, but is it still pretentious if it's true?

it is possible to survive this but not unaltered, and you will carry these men with you through all the nights of your life.

It's cold in Toronto but I like where I'm living.

Tesch seems to be someone who mistakes rudeness for intellectual rigor.

Outside the world was ending and snow continued to fall.

The painted forest collapsed into folds and fell soundlessly to the pavement.

Stop looking for me. I'm not missing; I do not want to be found. I wish to remain vanishing. I don't want to go home.

It's an awful thing to be the target.

Dear friends, I find myself immeasurably weary and I have gone to rest in the forest.

To survive is not enough. To simply exist... is not enough!' - Roga Danar

the back of her hand. "Clear,

What a wonderful thing, to get paid for doing what you love," she says, and he agrees with this.

Stick to musicians. I think we're generally saner.