Martina

“...now I'm a spent firework; but at least I've been a firework.”
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

“I have no earliest memories, Archivist. Every day of my life in Papa Song was as uniform as the fries we vended.”
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

“Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don't remember summer even saying goodbye.”
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

“Surgeons are a singular brotherhood, Adam. To us, people aren't sacred beings crafted in the Almighty's image, no, people are joints of meat; diseased, leathery meat, yes, but meat ready for the skewer & the spit." He mimicked my usual voice, very well. "'But why *me*, Henry, are we not friends?' Well, Adam, even friends are made out of meat.”
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas