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Now she looked into Ana’s eyes, knowing that her daughter was different, she had evolved, and she saw , too, that Ana knew. She knew that she had shed one shape and was taking on another.

Chapter XXL: aptly named as it contains an extra extra-large portrait of the creative process, the birth of a song, an exhilarating romp, friends, strangers, notes, sounds… I’ve never seen anything like it. Eggers’ literary genius. Impossible to read and not be moved.

One second she believed fervently that it was enough to be with her children, the next moment they bored her to tears and were an impediment to all her dreams. Goddamn them, her terrible robber children, robbing her of so much, giving her everything and robbing her of everything else, her gorgeous perfect thieving children damn them, bless them, she couldn’t wait to lie down with them.

This guy can really paint a picture.

The easiest way to witness the stupidity and misplaced hopes of all humanity is to watch, for twenty minutes, a human using a leaf blower. With this machine, the man was saying, I will murder all quiet. I will destroy the aural plane. And I will do so with a machine that performs a task far less efficiently than I could with a rake.

I’m thoroughly enjoying this story. Eggers’ characters are completely formed and each individually fascinating.

When they hit the main strip, they saw that a cruise ship had docked and Seward was full of identical couples in their seventies, all wearing slight variations on the same windbreaker and white sneakers.

The otters were maniacal they were so cute, swimming on their backs, holding actual rocks on their stomachs, using them to break open actual clams. Such an animal could not be conceived by any self-respecting creator. Only a god made in our image could go for that level of animal kitsch.

If a human were ascending a mountain, and…there were storms and avalanches and bolts of lightning from angry skies, then she could accept drama, participate in drama. But suburban drama was so tiresome, so absurd on its face, that she could no longer be around anyone who thought it real or worthwhile.

That’s one of the reasons social media is so important to them, isn’t it? People want to show off. Sportsmen filming their gang rapes on their mobile phones. And Zuckerberg, Musk, all those weird little men who couldn’t get girlfriends in college, it’s given them a platform. A place they can make clear how much they fucking hate women. And enable those who hate them even more to become president.

On the rare occasions Billy graces me with his company these days, he just sits there tapping away at his phone with an expression on his face that makes me wonder what the hell kind of messages he’s getting.

This book is incredible.

The elements—water, earth, fire, air—are our greatest friends, our animators. They feed us, warm us, give us life, and yet conspire to kill us at every juncture.

John Boyne is such a gifted writer!

A dozen or more cattle and sheep dot the fields of my closest neighbor, whose farmhouse stands atop a hill, perhaps ten minutes’ walk from my door. “This is where I live now,” I say aloud, and my voice doesn’t sound like my own. Perhaps it’s something in the island acoustics, an inharmonious meeting point between water, earth, fire, and air. It’s hard to believe I’ve landed in such a place.

Becky Chambers is such a great writer!

The elephant is enormous, but it is not as gigantic as the history of human exploitation.

…about what he had called, during other fights, Anthony’s need to perform “ritual murder.” About the hypocrisy of cloaking that need in some idea about conservation. … You are just a spectacularly rich man who gets his kicks killing animals.

She [Damira] had come back to get more support for the war against the poachers in Kenya. That is what it was—a war. She called it a war because that was the word she thought might get people’s attention. And she called it a war because, just like every war, it existed only for the people it was happening to. Like every war, it was particular to a place and time. Everywhere else, it could be ignored.