Danielle

“Christine had gone into the city archives, found them in an old City of Edmonton telephone book. Her family was in a book. Her family and herself were defined by a street, an avenue, and a phone number. This line of type will rearrange itself into a story of ghosts in that place. A story of her ghost. Christine thought of herself as a child, with no idea of the world but all the ideas of the world. Maybe this was her dream self. She wasn't sure anymore.”
― Wendy McGrath, Broke City

“What was I supposed to do, kill all humans because the ones in charge of constructs in the company were callous? I liked imaginary people on the entertainment feed way more than I liked the real ones, but you can't have one without the other."--Murderbot”
― Martha Wells, All Systems Red

“I have always loved the feel of books, the way they give a literal weight to words and make of them a sacred object I can hold. I'd made my own books as soon as I'd learned to write, tying sheets of construction paper together with ribbon to make a spine, then inscribing my name on the frontispiece in the most ceremonial script I could manage.”
― Nathasha Trethewey

“She thought of the little disks hidden in her closet and under her bed and at the back of her drawers. They were her secret. The disks she made let her hold those times and remember them forever. Like putty her father had used to fill the nick in the cupboard, her disks dilled the empty space that was left behind wen a moment was over. Her mother and father could never find them.”
― Wendy McGrath, North East