It Devours! (Welcome to Night Vale, #2)

by Joseph Fink

Above the helicopters are stars, which are completely meaningless. Above the stars is the void, which is completely meaningful.

Sometimes it’s okay to find something beautiful without correctly understanding it.

Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.

Few people know the details of their family past their great-grandparents, and many people don’t even remember that generation. Two generations of memory is all that children provide, and then everyone is forgotten.

Anything could mean something to someone.

Science was meant to be hard. After all, what was science but a bunch of bored human beings trying to challenge themselves when faith became too easy?

Plus, it is basic human nature to treat polite people worse than rude people. It is easier to assert dominance over a person unlikely to fight back with much force.

No government agency put any kind of restriction on what sorts of computers you had, or how many. That was left to the giant corporations who controlled the availability of information, helpfully colluding to fix prices for consumers, and thus keeping information freely available to those who could afford it.

Now, I am here on behalf of your mayor and your City Council. You were ordered to ignore certain things and to stop doing other things. It seems you have continued to do things and pay attention to stuff. That will not stand.”

In many ways, Nilanjana felt like one of the most important parts of growing up, and of approaching the world as an adult, was understanding the difference between likable and good, and recognizing that one often had no effect on the other.

Everyone in this town is frightening and friendly and kind and awful. But everyone everywhere is.”

all that makes a person different is all that person can and will be judged on.

He had looked at the picture for a long time, trying to decipher it. To him it was meaningful and cryptic, as was all art. But many hours of study and contemplation over the subsequent weeks led Larry to believe it was simply a picture. Of a lighthouse. Nothing more. Nothing less. And, as far as Larry was concerned, that was the most complex anything could be: a pure neutral self, expressing nothing but its own existence.

A church is a business that can’t feel like a business to anyone but the people running it.