Climate Fiction Quotes

“The thick, stagnant air reeked of perfume, cigarettes, and exhaust. Everyone was barefaced, wanting to flaunt their features instead of hiding beneath blank masks. To be able to flirt with their lips, to be able to kiss. But I wasn’t fooled by the dark—the air was still poisonous. Even if we couldn’t see the brown haze, it smothered our city lit in neon.”
― Cindy Pon, Want

“You ask if I miss having my vision. And I give you polite answers and deflections so you won't worry about me. But I'm not afraid of blindness. I made sure when I was young to see everything. The ocean, the sky, every kind of person on Earth, all the animals that were left before they were gone. I even saw space from inside, the Earth as it trailed away behind us - even if only in my mind. I've seen sunrise on Mars and my own baby, though she's nearly grown up now and doesn't talk to me much.
"I'm about as afraid to die as I am of being blind. What else is there to do or see? I've seen it all, and all that's left is reminders that it's gone, all of it gone.”
― Jason Dias, Finding Life on Mars: A novel of isolation

“Writing is like taking crap; you can't stop it even if you wanted to.
Writing is like being God of a universe where you wield lethal powers of creation and destruction while you candidly sip your coffee.
Writing is like living several lives all at once. And so is reading!”
― Ratna Srivastava, Emit Eht

“It is not enough to talk about the change we want in the world. We must care enough to change it by taking action.”
― Susan B. Wile

“Words didn’t come. I couldn’t formulate a thought. I was too startled. These three figures lying in the sand in front of me weren’t surfers at all.
They weren’t even people.

From their facial features and upper torsos, they looked kind of like women, but all three of them had silver-colored skin. They were bald, with strange ridges marking their skulls. None of them seemed to have ears, only holes in the sides of their heads. No nose was visible, not even a bone or nostrils filled that space between their eyes and mouths. Although their mouths seemed to be moving, they were actually breathing through what looked like gills in their necks.

And if that wasn’t weird enough, instead of legs, their upper torsos stretched out into long, scale-covered, silver fishtails. If I had to say what these things stranded in front of me, splattered with oil, appeared to be, I’d say mermaids. And no, they didn’t look like they’d start singing songs or granting me wishes. They looked a little bit scary—but fragile too. Most of all, they looked like they were going to die, and no handsome prince was there to kiss them and keep them from turning into sea foam.”
― D.G. Driver, Cry of the Sea

“Colorful characters animate this magical tale with an environmental message."

Kirkus”
― Luanne C. Brown, Once in a Pink Moon

“The last time the teacher had witnessed a car crash, there had been screaming, and the memory had stuck with her because people were still allowed to speak back then.”
― E.A. Mylonas, The Hush

“The world had changed, they thought. They told themselves they were changing with it. Months later, both of them realized they couldn't remember the taste of each other's names.”
― E.A. Mylonas, The Hush

“Sometimes they’ve already done the crying. Long before we arrive.”
― Syuk Bash, Farewell, Peninsular

“Humanity is part of nature, a species that evolved among other species. The more closely we identify ourselves with the rest of life, the more quickly we will be able to discover the sources of human sensibility and acquire the knowledge on which an enduring ethic, a sense of preferred direction, can be built.
― E.O. Wilson”
― Claire Datnow, The Adventures of The Sizzling Six: Operation Terrapin Rescue