I have them, these attacks of the past, like faintness, a wave sweeping over my head.
I could do a good imitation of a competent young woman.
Fear is a powerful stimulant.
Does she ever see him watching her through the picture window? Most likely. Does she think he’s a lecherous old man? Very probably. But he isn’t exactly that. How to convey the mix of longing, wistful...
Debt . . . . that peculiar nexus where money, narrative or story, and religious belief intersect, often with explosive force.
As we know from the study of history, no new system can impose itself upon a previous one without incorporating many of the elements to be found in the latter...
As a species we're doomed by hope, then?You could call it hope. That, or desperation.But we're doomed without hope, as well, said Jimmy.Only as individuals, said Crake cheerfully.
A Paradox, the doughnut hole. Empty space, once, but now they've learned to market even that. A minus quantity; nothing, rendered edible. I wondered if they might be used-metaphorically, of course-to...
Science fiction is filled with Martians and space travel to other planets, and things like that.
The Eskimo has fifty-two names for snow because it is important to them there ought to be as many for love.
UPYou wake up filled with dread.There seems no reason for it.Morning light sifts through the window,there is birdsong,you can't get out of bed.It's something about the crumpled sheetshanging over the...
You learn to write by reading and writing, writing and reading. As a craft it's acquired through the apprentice system, but you choose your own teachers. Sometimes they're alive, sometimes dead.As a v...
We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces on the edges of print.
The summer dresses are unpacked and hanging in the closet, two of them, pure cotton, which is better than synthetics like the cheaper ones, though even so, when it's muggy, in July and August, you swe...
Stupidity is the same as evil if you judge by the results.
She wasn't stupid. She just didn't want to put her neuron power into long sentences.
She said, What you don't know won't hurt you. A dubious maxim: sometimes what you don't know an hurt you very much.
She probably has a row of men's dicks nailed to her wall, like stuffed animal heads.
Perhaps its not the world that is soundless but we who are deaf.
Nobody wanted to be sexless, but nobody wanted to be nothing but sex.