Station Eleven

by Emily St. John Mandel

Jeevan understood that the cardiologist felt useless,

Highly empathetic character

He felt extravagantly, guiltily alive. The unfairness of it, his heart pumping faultlessly while somewhere Arthur lay cold and still.

They are always waiting, the people of the Undersea. They spend all their lives waiting for their lives to begin.

she knows the way she dies a little every time someone asks her for change and she doesn’t give it to them means that she’s too soft for this world or perhaps just for this city, she feels so small here.

Tesch seems to be someone who mistakes rudeness for intellectual rigor.

iPhone zombies, people half his age who wandered in a dream with their eyes fixed on their screens.

First we only want to be seen, but once we’re seen, that’s not enough anymore. After that, we want to be remembered.

As Jeevan walked on alone he felt himself disappearing into the landscape. He was a small, insignificant thing, drifting down the shore. He had never felt so alive or so sad.

This is my soul and the world unwinding, this is my heart in the still winter air.

Those previous versions of herself were so distant now that remembering them was almost like remembering other people, acquaintances,

Once we lived on an island in the ocean. Once we took the ferry to go to high school, and at night the sky was brilliant in the absence of all these city lights.