“What I’m saying is . . . remembering feels like time travel, right? Dreaming works the same way. Well, what if that’s all we have in the first place? Thoughts arranged in time. And we’re free—if we can only learn… — Cliff Jones Jr Copy Share Image
“Laila could picture the flow of traffic all around her. From above, she watched the cars move along in streams like all those ants on her kitchen floor. What had they been looking for anyway? A crumb here, a speck of sugar there? The vast stockpiles of food in the pantry and fridge remained untouched. For that matter, what kept… — Cliff Jones Jr Copy Share
“What I’m saying is . . . remembering feels like time travel, right? Dreaming works the same way. Well, what if that’s all we… — Cliff Jones Jr Copy Share Image
“Martha jumped into his path as he made his way through the kitchen, so Flip held out a hand for her. She rubbed against… — Cliff Jones Jr Copy Share Image
“The whole planet would become one big interconnected web of cameras. It was all too much to fathom, this writhing, seething mass of digitized… — Cliff Jones Jr Copy Share Image
“His abrasive, over-the-top style had earned him a loyal fan base, despite—or perhaps because of—the many scandals that dogged him throughout his career. He… — Cliff Jones Jr Copy Share Image
