Kathie Yang

“What is a game?" Marx said. "It's tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. It's the possibility of infinite rebirth, infinite redemption. The idea that if you keep playing, you could win. No loss is permanent, because nothing is permanent, ever.”
― Gabrielle Zevin, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

“They faced each other. They did not speak. The moment, like the sun, dazzled them. Restored to each other. Returned from—where? They thought nothing of how this may have come about, nor of the future. Nor could they know that this moment would sustain their love for a lifetime. Its memory would overcome anger and exasperation with each other; boredom; malaise; journeys together and separations; temptations and sins against each other; illness, age. This timelessness of sea, sunlight, and stone would always call them back to their true selves.”
― William di Canzio

“And how the dog is the only thing in the painting that isn't slightly laughable or trapped within a matrix of vanities. The only thing in the painting that could be called vaguely free.”
― Samantha Harvey, Orbital

“Why do you keep coming?" she asked.
"Because," he said. Click on this word, he thought, and you will find links to everything it means. Because you are my oldest friend. Because, once, when I was at my lowest, you saved me. Because I might have died without you or ended up in a children's psychiatric hospital. Because I owe you. Because, selfishly, I see a future where we make fantastic games together, if you can manage to get out of bed. "Because," he repeated.”
― Gabrielle Zevin, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow