a.g.e. montagner

“Eating’s gross, isn’t it? In the abstract, I mean. When you’re used to hyperspace recharging stations, to sunlight and cosmic rays, when most of the beauty you’ve known lies in a great machine’s heart, it’s hard to see the appeal of using bones that poke from spit-coated gums to mash things that grew in dirt into a paste that will fit down the wet tube connecting your mouth to the sack of acid under your heart.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“Days were like long twilights in the house under the black walnut trees; through untrimmed shrubs screening the windows the sun scarcely shone. It was a low, white frame house with a sagging porch roof supported by two chains that through years of stress had cracked the overhang of the main roof where they were attached, pulling it downward at so noticeable an angle that everything—overhang, chains, porch roof—appeared checked from collapsing by nothing more than the tar paper over the cracked boards.”
― Leonard Gardner, Fat City

“A letter is more than text.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“Like it say in the good book, what goes around comes around".
"What good book is that?" Charlene asked. "Guns and Ammo?”
― Percival Everett, The Trees