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““What if . . . what if . . . "What if it's a harvest camp after all?" says Emby. Connor doesn't tell him to shut up this time, because he's thinking the same thing. It's Diego who answers him. "If it is, then I want my fin gers to go to a sculptor. So he can use them to craft something that will last forever." They all think about that. Hayden is the next to speak. "If I'm unwound," says Hayden, "I want my eyes to go to a photographer — one who shoots supermodels. That's what I want these eyes to see." "My lips'll go to a rock star," says Connor. "These legs are definitely going to the Olympics." "My ears to an orchestra conductor." "My stomach to a food critic." "My biceps to a body builder." "I wouldn't wish my sinuses on anybody." And they're all laughing as the plane touches down.””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
Characters imagine their body parts becoming artistic or functional objects after death, reflecting on identity and legacy.
In simple terms: They envision parts of themselves turned into art or tools after death.
Consider how you want to be remembered.
Themes
Mood
Type
When to use this quote
- funeral planning
- art projects
- personal branding
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- What part of you would you preserve?
- How does this affect your view of mortality?
May trivialize serious topics like death.