Sylvia Zhang

“Gradually, like the emigration of an insidious, phantom population, Leningrad belonged more to the dead than to the living. The dead watched over streets and sat in snow-swamped buses. Whole apartment buildings were tenanted by them, where in broken rooms, dead families sat waiting at tables. Their dominion spread room by room, like lights going out in evening.”
― M.T. Anderson, Symphony for the City of the Dead: Dmitri Shostakovich and the Siege of Leningrad

“Am I hideous, Jane?"
"Very, sir: you always were, you know.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“Dark. It’s so fucking dark,” the captain murmured, and then shot himself.”
― Liu Cixin, The Dark Forest

“Bodies are fucking weird, especially when it feels like you don't belong in your own.”
― Mason Deaver, I Wish You All the Best