Анелия Каменова

“For a moment the image before us is frozen: our world, our lives, reduced to a handful broken stars half lost in uncharted space. Then it's gone, the view swallowed by the hyperspace winds streaming past, blue-green auroras wiping the after-images away.

Until all that's left is us”
― Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars

“Lilac won’t talk to me again. There’s a tremor. Lilac won’t kiss me again. I won’t hear her laugh. My lungs constrict. Why am I doing this to myself ?”
― Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars

“How do you live again, knowing what waits for you in the end?”
― Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars