Just because there's a silence it doesn't mean that nothing is going on.
Jimmy, look at it realistically. You can't couple a minimum access to food with an expanding population indefinitely. Homo sapiens doesn't seem to be able to cut himself off at the supply end. He's on...
Jimmy had been full of himself back then, thinks Snowman with indulgence and a little envy. He’d been unhappy too, of course. It went without saying, his unhappiness. He’d put a lot of energy into it.
Jimmy found himself wishing to make a dent in Crake, get a reaction; it was one of his weaknesses, to care what other people thought of him.
Janine had been overenthusiastic, which sometimes has the force of a denial.
I’m beginning to feel that I’ve discovered something worth knowing. There’s a way out of places you want to leave, but can’t. Fainting is like stepping sideways, out of your own body, out of time or i...
I´ll take care of it, Luke said. And because he said it instead of her, I knew it meant kill. That is what you have to do before you kill, I thought. You have to create an it, where none was before. Y...
It’s like a fart in church.
It’s lack of love we die from.
It’s always encouraging to be told that it is intellectually acceptable to read the sorts of things that you like to read anyway.
It’s a good excuse, though, orphanhood. It explains everything—every mistake and wrong turn. As Sherlock Holmes declared. She had no mother to advise her. How we long for it, that lack of advice! Impr...
Its racist policies, for instance, were firmly rooted in the pre-Gilead period, and racist fears provided some of the emotional fuel that allowed the Gilead takeover to succeed as well as it did.
It's the end of the world every day, for someone.
It's my fault. I am forgetting too much.
It's like the Vatican's porn collection, Zeb told her. Safe in our hands.
It's like Janine, though, to take it upon herself, to decide the baby's flaws were due to her alone. But people will do anything rather than admit that their lives have no meaning. No use, that is. No...
It's daybreak. The break of day. Toby turns this word over: break, broke, broken. What breaks in daybreak? Is it the night? Is it the sun, cracked in two by the horizon like an egg, spilling out light...
It's better to hope than mope!
It wasn’t just the sex. A dark smile from her: that’s better. 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 i...
It was only a dream. It was only a larval poem. —