Acceptance (Southern Reach, #3)

by Jeff VanderMeer

that I might indeed become something like the moaning creature. Will I see the real stars then?

in the end, there was nothing a microscope could tell me about the owl that I had not learned from my many years of close interactions and observation. What am I to say? That I do not miss him?

The lighthouse teaches me to work hard, to keep my room clean, to be honest, and to be nice to people.” Then, reflecting, looking down at her feet. “My room is a mess and I lie sometimes and I’m not always nice to people, but that’s the idea.”

“Don’t forget about me! Take care of yourself!” He tried to make it sound without weight, sentences that could float away into the air. Nothing that mattered.

“The only solution to the environment is neglect, which requires our collapse.”

I remember you, Saul. I remember the keeper of the light. I never did forget about you; I just took a long time coming back.