“It’s not a serious project,” Laurence said as they crossed Castro Street. “Milton doesn’t think the human race will still be here in a hundred years, much less a few thousand. This is just his way of hedging his bets.… — Charlie Jane Anders Copy Share
“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 while holding him upside down by his ankles. Laurence wondered if there was some other kid, named Larry, who would have a “let’s go” attitude about being dropped on a mountainside somewhere. Larry might be the… — Charlie Jane Anders Copy Share
“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 from Judah and the tiny hippie outpost, heading Sloatward. Losing himself in the night, in the Outer Outer Sunset.” — Charlie Jane Anders Copy Share
“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
