Station Eleven

by Emily St. John Mandel

The bright side of the planet moves toward darkness And the cities are falling asleep, each in its hour, And for me, now as then, it is too much. There is too much world. —Czeslaw Milosz The Separate Notebooks

“No one ever thinks they’re awful, even people who really actually are. It’s some sort of survival mechanism.”

Hell is the absence of the people you long for.

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

Dr. Eleven: What was it like for you, at the end? Captain Lonagan: It was exactly like waking up from a dream.