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“Silence is what gets to me. All the things you don't say. All the words you don't write. That gets to you. After a while it just kills you. All the stories you teach yourself not to tell. All the truth and lies you never ever print because all of it is too dangerous.”

Quote by Paolo Bacigalupi

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The Water Knife

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Paolo Bacigalupi
Paolo Bacigalupi

Paolo Bacigalupi is an American science fiction writer known for his profound insights into environmental issues and his unique imagination of the future world. His works often explore themes of climate change, resource depletion, and the relationship between humans and nature. more

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