As far as he could see, the drawings were simply alive. They might be colored earth on rock, but they were as alive as the kangaroo that'd just hopped away.

“I should have learned this, she thought. I wanted to learn fire, and pain, but …”

“It's not worth doing something unless someone, somewhere, would much rather you…”

“The thing about stories is you have to pick the ones that last.”

“Some people think this is paranoia, but it isn't. Paranoids only think everyone…”