Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow: A novel

She had once read in a book about consciousness that over the years, the human brain makes an AI version of your loved ones. The brain collects data, and within your brain, you host a virtual version of that person.

How to explain to Destiny that the thing that made her work leap forward in 1996 was that she had been a dervish of selfishness, resentment, and insecurity?

“And what is love, in the end?” Alabaster said. “Except the irrational desire to put evolutionary competitiveness aside in order to ease someone else’s journey through life?”

Memory, you realized long ago, is a game that a healthy-brained person can play all the time, and the game of memory is won or lost on one criterion: Do you leave the formation of memories to happenstance, or do you decide to remember?

‘Zweisamkeit’ is the feeling of being alone even when you’re with other people.”

Marx was fortunate because he saw everything as if it were a fortuitous bounty.

Winning is accepting that there are some races a person cannot win.

A doorway, she thought. A portal. The possibility of a different world. The possibility that you might walk through the door and reinvent yourself as something better than you had been before.

The alternative to appropriation is a world in which artists only reference their own cultures.