Karina

“He dreamed about warmth, he later thought, the way incarcerated men must dream about women.”
― Jennifer duBois, A Partial History of Lost Causes

“Sending them was like sending a probe to Mars—he thought of its insect legs folding up into a squat, its motorized head casting this way and that. You could program it to do what you wanted, but it was no replacement for going there yourself and flinging your fingers into the red sand.”
― Jennifer duBois, A Partial History of Lost Causes

“The dog—Beverly—looked up at me with warm, trusting brown eyes. I was a human. I had her leash, and I knew her name. Clearly, I was going to make everything okay. It must be nice to be a dog.”
― Mira Grant, Parasite

“Adults want to talk about death way less than people my age do. Death is the Santa Claus of the adult world. Except Santa Claus in reverse. The guy who takes all the presents away. Big bag over the shoulder, climbing up the chimney carrying everything in a person’s life, and taking off, eight-reindeered, from the roof.”
― Maria Dahvana Headley, Magonia