Dear V.,I’m a terrible actor and this city is fucking freezing and I miss you.- A.

The beauty of this world where almost everyone was gone. If hell is other people, what is a world with almost no people in it? Perhaps soon humanity would simply flicker out, but Kirsten found...

She is beautiful in a way that makes people forget what they were going to say when they look at her.

This is going to seem bitter but I don’t mean it that way, V., I’m just stating a fact here: you’ll only ever call me if I call you first. Have you noticed that? If...

No,’ Dahlia said, ‘because I think people like him think work is supposed to be drudgery punctuated by very occasional moments of happiness, but when I say happiness, I mostly mean distraction. You know what...

She knows there are traps everywhere that can make her cry, she knows the way she dies a little every time someone asks her for change and she doesn’t give it to them means that...

He found he was a man who repented almost everything, regrets crowding in around him like moths to a light. This was actually the main difference between twenty-one and fifty-one, he decided, the sheer volume...

Do you remember when we were young and gorgeous?

Are you asking if I believe in ghosts?””I don’t know. Maybe. Yes.””Of course not. Imagine how many there’d be.””Yes,” Kirsten said, “that’s exactly it.

The more we know about the former world, the better we’ll understand what happened when it fell.

If you write literary fiction that’s set partly in the future, you’re apparently a sci-fi writer … I think of it as being more of a story about what remains after we lose everything and...

The king stood in a pool of blue light, unmoored.

But anyway, I look around sometimes and I think – this will maybe sound weird – it’s like the corporate world’s full of ghosts. And actually, let me revise that, my parents are in academia...