You might even provide a Heaven for them. We need You for that. Hell we can make for ourselves.
You know I love you. You're the only one.She isn't the first woman he's ever said that to. He shouldn't have used it up so much earlier in his life, he shouldn't have treated it like a tool, a wedge,...
You can't live with such fears and keep on whistling. The waiting builds up in you like a tide. You start wanting it to be done with. You find yourself saying to the sky, Just do it. Do your worst. Ge...
Women collect grievances, hold grudges and change shape. They pass hard, legitimate judgments, unlike the purblind guesses of men, fogged with romanticism and ignorance and bias and wish. Women know t...
We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces on the edges of print.
Vanity is becoming a nuisance, I can see why women give it up, eventually. But I'm not ready for that yet.
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...
Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth.
That was when they suspended the Constitution. They said it would be temporary. There wasn't even any rioting in the streets. People stayed home at night, watching television, looking for some directi...
She's in her usual Martha's dress, which is dull green, like a surgeon's gown of the time before. The dress is much like mine in shape, long and concealing, but with a bib apron over it and without th...
She knows herself to be at the mercy of events, and she knows by now that events have no mercy.
Pen Is Envy, Aunt Lydia would say, quoting another Center motto, warning us away from such objects. And they were right, it is envy. Just holding it is envy. I envy the Commander his pen. It's one mor...
Nobody wanted to be sexless, but nobody wanted to be nothing but sex.
Neither of us says the word love, not once. It would be tempting fate; it would be romance, bad luck.
It must have been an endless breathing in: between the wish to know and the wish to praise there was no seam.
How could I be sleeping with this particular man.... Surely only true love could justify my lack of taste.
He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.
Every child should have love, every person should have it. She herself would rather have had her mother's love - the love she still continued to believe in, the love that had followed her through the...
Change can be accommodated by any system depending on its rate, Crake used to say. Touch your head to a wall, nothing happens, but if the same head hits the wall at ninety miles an hour, it's red pain...
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.