Storytelling is more like a skin. You start with the outermost layer, what it's going to look like, then you kind of get deeper into it. What's actually going on beneath the surface is not really dictated by or related… — Charlie Jane Anders Copy Share Image
“greatest natural disaster in America’s history. The storm’s supermassive fetch, hurling the already-swollen ocean onto land. High winds and twenty inches of rain shredding… — Charlie Jane Anders Copy Share Image
People really don't understand the technology they're using. It's been talked about a lot. Apple products in particular are designed in such a way… — Charlie Jane Anders Copy Share Image
“kids shouted, “Larry, Larry, Quite Contrary!” and held him underwater, and threw him out of the airplane early, and forced him to do improv… — Charlie Jane Anders Copy Share Image
“As Dorothy J. Heydt famously said, the eight deadliest words for any work of fiction are 'I don't care what happens to these people.” — Charlie Jane Anders Copy Share Image
“The sheer volume of bad news had gotten beyond anybody’s ability to process into a narrative.” — Charlie Jane Anders Copy Share Image
“A society that has to burn witches to hold itself together is a society that has already failed, and just doesn’t know it yet.” — Charlie Jane Anders Copy Share Image
“Now Laurence felt self-conscious. People should not see him having a crazy argument with his Caddy—with Peregrine. He hustled away from the beach, away… — Charlie Jane Anders Copy Share Image
“The not-understanding was worse than anything else, it was like a mystery and a wound that couldn't heal and an unforgivable failure.” — Charlie Jane Anders Copy Share Image
“What was it?” Serafina wandered off to look at yogurt-covered pretzels, probably annoyed at him for talking on the phone. Her long fingers lifted… — Charlie Jane Anders Copy Share Image
If you're a writer, you don't serve genres. Genres serve you. Like, if you're writing a science fiction story set on a spaceship, you… — Charlie Jane Anders Copy Share Image
“When Laurence was old enough to do what he liked, he would be old enough to understand he couldn’t do what he liked.” — Charlie Jane Anders Copy Share Image
