Mel

“It was the most soul-crushing thing I’d ever seen. The universe rendered as an endless, meaningless chaos that we shape into reality and onto which we project our hopes, instincts, and desires as narratives and meaning. A giant, seething junkyard flowing with algorithms that we imagine as a purposeful machine.”
― Craig DiLouie, Episode Thirteen

“When I think about the definition of what it means to be a grown man, I can’t come up with a better visual than Jerry Flanders on the night I ran to him with news of the rattlesnake. Jerry, wanting nothing more than to go back to bed but knowing he couldn’t. He was no less afraid of snakes than I was and hardly enthused about the prospect of leaving his house in the night to find one, but I’d run to him for help, and he had nobody else to turn to. The difference between boy and man. Some night you’re going to need to be the one who carries the shovel.”
― Scott Carson, Lost Man's Lane

“Already muted, their voices quickly fade to a tinny, incomprehensible echo, as if they have become EVP themselves.”
― Craig DiLouie, Episode Thirteen

“Awwwright,” I drawled. “Two sexy single ladies living the fabulous single lifestyle, then.” Mom gave me a droll look. “So … boxed wine and binging British crime shows?”
― T. Kingfisher, A House With Good Bones