Grace's will is of the negative female variety - she can deny and reject much more easily than she can affirm or accept. Somewhere within herself - he's seen it, if only for a moment, that conscious,...
Good judgment comes from experience. Experience comes from bad judgment.
Gods always come in handy, they justify almost anything,
Female artists are biologically confused, said Crake.
Everything is post these days, as is we're all just a footnote to something earlier that was real enough to have a name of its own.
Everything is post these days, as if we're all just a footnote to something earlier that was real enough to have a name of its own.
Even guppies have their opacities.
Dead was not an absolute concept to her. Some people were more dead than others, and finally it was a matter of opinion who was dead and who was alive, so it was best not to discuss such a thing.
Confronted by too much emptiness, said Adam One, the brain invents. Loneliness creates company as thirst creates water. How many sailors have been wrecked in pursuit of islands that were merely a shim...
By the time she was sixteen, Jane had heard enough about this to last her several lifetimes. In her mother’s account of the way things were, you were young briefly and then you fell. You plummeted dow...
But why bother about the end of the world? It’s the end of the world every day, for someone. Time rises and rises, and when it reaches the level of your eyes you drown.
But remember that forgiveness too is a power. To beg for it is a power, and to withhold or bestow it is a power, perhaps the greatest.
But remember that forgiveness too is a power. To beg for it is a power, and to withhold or bestow it is a power, perhaps the greatest. Maybe
But mostly she likes the fact that there's a reason for every death, and only one murderer at a time, and things get figured out at the end, and the murderer always gets caught.
But how can you have a sense of wonder if you’re prepared for everything? Prepared for the sunset. Prepared for the moonrise. Prepared for the ice storm. What a flat existence that would be.
But compassion takes work, and we were young.
But I began then to think of time as having a shape, something you could see, like a series of liquid transparencies, one laid on top of another.
Blondes are like white mice, you only find them in cages. They wouldn’t last long in nature. They’re too conspicuous.
Bir yumruk onu meydana getiren parmakların toplamından fazla bir şeydir.
Besides, who would think of marrying a mothball? A question my mother put to me often, later, in other forms.