Endling Quotes

“Art exists in the liminal space between the giver and receiver.”
― Maria Reva, Endling

“It’s what you all do, in the free world. You waste your freedom and your clear skies on things that don’t matter, like politeness and the perfect lawn. That’s why I can’t go back. I lived in a stupor and now, it’s like, all the colors are saturated. Like someone took electrodes to my eye rods and jolted them. You become like a lizard, where there’s no past or future, where everything’s trained on the present.”
― Maria Reva, Endling

“Naturally blunt and low-voiced, the inexperienced Slavic woman trying to speak English is like a horse in a mouse maze.”
― Maria Reva, Endling

“The future had been a luxury. The future didn't exist anymore.”
― Maria Reva, Endling

“you can choose to have a happy ending.”
― Maria Reva, Endling

“anger was a trusted antidote for worry.”
― Maria Reva, Endling

“Fight chaos with more chaos,”
― Maria Reva, Endling

“The New York Times called it “the rarest symphony in the world.”
― Maria Reva, Endling

“Meanwhile, Najin and Fatu, the last northern white rhinos (mother and daughter), were the belles of the extinction ball. They lived round the clock under the protection of armed guards. Tourists visited from all over the world to pet them, then cry in their cars. When the rhinos passed gas together,”
― Maria Reva, Endling

“In the cities, building still stood hole. Some new or freshly renovated, some worse for wear but functional, complete with floors, walls, ceilings. When a hand turned on a tap, water poured from it. A flick of a switch, and light flooded a room. The parks also lay whole, grass stretched uninterrupted. Residents lived, and residents died, in balance. Animals too lived and died in balance, mostly inside the buildings; those who roam the streets in search of their owners were few. Beyond the cities, fields. Yellow and brown, pockmarked by farmhouses, sliced by trenches for irrigation. Beyond the fields, sky. A sturdy, solid blue, like a freshly painted ceiling. Not much fell from it yet, the occasional bird. Once, a fragment of comet, catching the breaths of those who witnessed in terror the flash of light -but when it was over, they clapped at the miracle.”
― Maria Reva, Endling