Annihilation (Southern Reach, #1)

by Jeff Vandermeer

Nothing that lived and breathed was truly objective—even in a vacuum, even if all that possessed the brain was a self-immolating desire for the truth.

“Where lies the strangling fruit that came from the hand of the sinner I shall bring forth the seeds of the dead to share with the worms that…”

The map had been the first form of misdirection, for what was a map but a way of emphasizing some things and making other things invisible?

We became so comfortable with that map, with the dimensions of it, and the thought of what it contained that it stopped us from asking why or even what.