“I don’t agree. The morning fog makes the graveyard beautiful, soft and sad as a voice humming a lullaby, but I don’t tell her what I think. She’d call me a weirdo. - Raven Smith” — Rita Stradling Copy Share Image
“Going insane would be worse than dying. At least death is clear and final” — Rita Stradling Copy Share Image
“Vintage. That was what the used car sales automaton had called the little white car. Three hours later, she learned that vintage meant death… — Rita Stradling Copy Share Image
“We both know that if any one of our lives was simplified into a paragraph, we’d all come out sounding pretty bad. No one… — Rita Stradling Copy Share Image
“Rose pivoted. “Alainn, can I ask you something about ethics?” Alainn nodded, slowly. “Sure.” Rose’s inhuman eyes met hers, and she asked, “Would you… — Rita Stradling Copy Share Image
“I’m just saying that you live every day like you’re challenging death to come find you, and other people live their days seeing death… — Rita Stradling Copy Share Image
“When you’ve crawled through the darkness, the light is so much more glorious.” — Rita Stradling Copy Share Image
“As the sweaty, alcohol fuming bodies press in on me from all directions I decide that my ideal of a good time is reading… — Rita Stradling Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, the best deed you can do for another person is to not save them from their troubles.” — Rita Stradling Copy Share Image
“I don’t agree. The morning fog makes the graveyard beautiful, soft and sad as a voice humming a lullaby, but I don’t tell her… — Rita Stradling Copy Share Image
“People always have such a hard time believing that robots could do bad things.” — Rita Stradling Copy Share Image
