Being who you are for ever is the price you pay for immortality.
~ Hannu Rajaniemi
Live on berries in a hollowed-out comet lit by artificial suns long enough, and you start to have delusions about achieving enlightenment.
There is no greater love than a maker’s for the things she makes. Especially when they grow to be something she never imagined.
«Perhonen is not here anymore,» it says, with a voice made of wings and whispers.
