+> When truth is buried underground it grows, it chokes, it gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.
+>
+> –Emile Zola
+
+> And Durham—the software puppet, the lifeless shell animated by a being from another plane—looked him in the eye and said, "You have to let me show you what you are."
+>
+> —_Permutation City_ by Greg Egan
+
+> I have had the strength to live through it, I shall have the strength to write it down.
+>
+> —"The Husband I Bought" by Ayn Rand
+
+> _Can we all start over
+> After the final chapter's end?
+> When it all starts over
+> How do these scars begin to mend?_
+>
+> —_Centaurworld_
+
+
+> Because life is a gradual series of revelations
+> that occur over a period of time
+> It's not some carefully crafted story
+> It's a mess and we're all gonna die
+>
+> If you saw a movie that was like real life
+> You'd be like "What the hell was that movie about?"
+> It was really all over the place.
+> Life doesn't make narrative sense.
+>
+> —"The End of the Movie", _Crazy Ex Girlfriend_
+
+> "Oh, yes," she said, "The Ainsworth house. You designed it. I'm sorry. You just happened to be the victim of one of my rare attacks of honesty. I don't have them often. As you know, if you've read my stuff yesterday."
+>
+> "I've read it. And—well, I'll follow your example and I'll be perfectly frank. Don't take it as a complaint—one must never complain against one's critics. But really that capitol of Holcombe's is much worse in all those very things you blasted us for. Why did you give him such a glowing tribute yesterday? Or did you have to?"