Karen wasn't hard, she was soft, too soft. A soft touch. Her hair was soft, her smile was soft, her voice was soft. She was so soft there was no resistance. Hard things sank into her, they went right...
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´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 wonderful to hear his voice, even if she can’t depend on having any sort of a conversation with him. His interventions tend to be one-sided: if she answers him, he doesn’t often answer back. But...
It’s like a fart in church.
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 wrong to give so much time over to mourning, she tells herself. Mourning and brooding. There's nothing to be accomplished by it.
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 his word against the Commander's, unless he wants to head a posse. Kick in the door, and what did I tell you? Caught in the act, sinfully Scrabbling. Quick, eat those words.
It's hard to be afraid of a man who is sitting watching you put on hand lotion.
It's evening, one of those gray water-color washes, like liquid dust.
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 would make me feel that I have power. But such a feeling would be an illusion, and too risky.
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. —
It was love, after all,that rubbed the skins from their gray cheeks,crippled their fingers,snarled their hair, brown or dull gold.Hate would merely have smashed them.