Eliza Bray

“Perhaps so many journals had piled up in the lighthouse because on some level most came, in time, to recognize the futility of language. Not just in Area X but against the rightness of the lived-in moment, the instant of touch, of connection for which words were such a sorrowful disappointment, so inadequate an expression of both the finite and the infinite.”
― Jeff VanderMeer, Acceptance

“You're on your own, like you've always been on your own. You have to keep going forward, until you can't go forward anymore.”
― Jeff VanderMeer, Acceptance

“Bodies could be beacons, too, Saul knew. A lighthouse was a fixed beacon for a fixed purpose; a person was a moving one. But people still emanated light in their way, still shone across the miles as a warning, an invitation, or even just a static signal. People opened up so they became a brightness, or they went dark. They turned their light inward sometimes, so you couldn’t see it, because they had no other choice.”
― Jeff VanderMeer, Acceptance

“for what was a map but a way of emphasizing some things and making other things invisible?”
― Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation