Carolina

“Whenever someone does something nice for me, I feel intensely aware of how strange and sad it is to know someone.”
― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead

“My mother had a baby, and her mother had a baby, and her mother had a baby. Every woman in my family before me lived to have a baby—just so that baby could grow up to have another baby. If I don’t have a baby, then all of those women reproduced just so that I could exist. I am the final product. I am the final baby.”
― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead

“Our beaches are still waiting for the end of a war that's been going on for so long people have stopped believing it's real. They build hotels, put up neon signs, but it's all fake, we're on a knife-edge, it could all give way any moment. We're living in limbo. In the winter that never ends.”
― Elisa Shua Dusapin, Winter in Sokcho

“I start to picture a world where Jesus had been killed using a different murder device. I picture little ceramic guillotine figurines. I imagine miniature nooses hung above children's beds. Electric chair necklaces and earrings.”
― Emily Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead