“Yeah. It’s a bird. They fly and hunt and go free and stuff. It’s what popped into my head.” “Okay. By the way. I’ve been experimenting with converting myself into a virus, so I can be distributed across many machines.… — 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
