We immortals aren't misers - we don't hoard! Such things are pointless.
We dangle by a flimsy thread,Our little lives are grains of sand:The Cosmos is a tiny sphereHeld in the hollow of God's hand.Give up your anger and your spite, And imitate the Deer, the Tree;In sweet...
We can see through all your disguises: the paths of day, the paths of darkness, whichever paths you take - we're right behind you, following you like a trail of smoke, like a long tail, a tail made of...
Watch out for the leaders, Crake used to say. First the leaders and the led, then the tyrants and the slaves, then the massacres. That’s how it’s always gone.
Wars happen because the ones who start them think they can win.
Via the conduit of a wild dog pack, she has now made the ultimate Gift to her fellow Creatures, and has become part of God's great dance of proteins.
Unlike some other religions, we have never felt it served a higher purpose to lie to children about geology.
Toast cannot be explained by any rational means. Toast is me. I am toast.
This may not seem ordinary to you now, but after a time it will. It will become ordinary.
This is poetry, this songof the wind across teeth,this message from the flayed tongueto the flayed ear.
Things written down can cause a great deal of harm. All too often, people don't consider that.
They’d like to see through me, but nothing is more opaquethan absolute transparency.
They wouldn’t know mad when they saw it in any case, because a good portion of the women in the Asylum were no madder than the Queen of England. Many were sane enough when sober, as their madness came...
They should all be cheered by it, for isn't it what they want? What we all want: to leave a message behind us that has an effect, if only a dire one: a message that cannot be cancelled out.
They seem close, the stars, but they’re far away. Their light is millions, billions of years out of date. Messages with no sender.
There is a little verse I remember from a child: Needles and pins, needles and pins,When a man marries his trouble begins. It doesn’t say when a woman’s trouble begins.
There had been something willed about it though, his ignorance. Or not willed, exactly: structured. He'd grown up in walled spaces, and then he had become one. He had shut things out.
The world is full of weapons if you're looking for them.
The truth is seldom welcome, especially at dinner.
The trouble some people have being German, I thought, I have being human. In a way it was stupid to be more disturbed by a dead bird than by those other things, the wars and riots and the massacres in...