One of them had been limited to nouns, verbs, and roaring.
Bye-bye love, as in songs. All alone now. It was so sad. Why did such things have to disintegrate like that? Why did longing and desire, and friendliness and goodwill too, have to shatter into pieces?...
At last you, will say(maybe without speaking)(there are mountains inside your skullgarden and chaos, oceanand hurricane; certaincorners of rooms, portraitsof great-grandmothers, curtainsof a particula...
A shocking 40 percent of the population in this region is jobless, with 50 percent of those being under twenty-five. That’s a recipe for systems breakdown, right there: for anarchy, for chaos, for the...
A few brown leaves are stuck to the outside of the glass like leather tongues.
You’re clear, Mr. Duke. Grins from both of them. What could Felix possibly be suspected of smuggling, a harmless old thespian like him? It’s the words that should concern you, he thinks at them. That’...
Your friend is intellectually honourable, Jimmy's mother would say. He doesn't lie to himself.
You're dead, Cordelia.'No I'm not.'Yes you are. You're dead.Lie down.
You will flicker in these wordsand in the words of othersfor a while and then go out.Even if I send them,you will never get these letters.Even if I see you again,I will never see you again.
You want your decisions taken away from you so you won’t be responsible for your own actions?
You think you can get rid of things, and people too--leave them behind. You don't know yet about the habit they have, of coming back.
You can't keep a cool head when you're drowning in love. You just thrash around a lot and scream, and wear yourself out.
Yes, good, kind Crake. Please stop singing or I can’t go on with the story.
Women can't add, he once said, jokingly. When I asked him what he meant, he said, For them, one and one and one and one don't make four. What do they make? I said, expecting five or three. Just one an...
Within each of these categories, the principle was the same: rarity and beauty increased value.
Which of us can resist the temptation of being thought indispensable?
Where I am is not a prison but a privilege, as Aunt Lydia said, who is in love with either/or.
When you are in the middle of a story it isn’t a story at all, but only a confusion;
What else can I do? Once you've gone this far you aren't fit for anything else. Something happens to your mind. You're overqualified, overspecialized, and everybody knows it.
We have been shark to one another, but also lifeboat.