No more Internet. No more social media, no more scrolling through litanies of dreams and nervous hopes and photographs of lunches, cries for help and expressions of contentment and relationship-status updates with heart icons whole or broken, plans to meet… — Emily St. John Mandel Copy Share Image
“He wished he could somehow go back and find the iPhone people whom he'd jostled on the sidewalk earlier, apologize to them - I'm… — Emily St. John Mandel Copy Share Image
“All those people,” Clark said to Imaginary Robert, but Imaginary Robert didn’t reply.” — Emily St. John Mandel Copy Share Image
“... every time someone dies you start counting how much time has passed since they've been gone. First you count it in minutes, then… — Emily St. John Mandel Copy Share Image
“I've been thinking lately about immortality. What it means to be remembered, what I want to be remembered for, certain questions concerning memory and fame. I love watching old movies. I watch the faces of long-dead actors on the screen, and I think about how they'll never truly die. I know that's a cliché but it happens to be true.… — Emily St. John Mandel Copy Share
What I mean to say is, the more you remember, the more you’ve lost. — Emily St. John Mandel Copy Share Image
“All three caravans of the Travelling Symphony are labelled as such, THE TRAVELLING SYMPHONY lettered in white on both sides, but the lead caravan… — Emily St. John Mandel Copy Share Image
“A fragment for my friend-- If your soul left this earth I would follow and find you Silent, my starship suspended in night” — Emily St. John Mandel Copy Share
“You remembered.” “Of course,” Clark said. “That’s one thing I like about birthdays, they stay in one place. Same spot on the calendar, year… — Emily St. John Mandel Copy Share Image
“Why did we always say we were going to shoot emails?” “I don’t know. I’ve wondered that too.” “Why couldn’t we just say we… — Emily St. John Mandel Copy Share Image
