You couldn’t leave words lying around where our enemies might find them.
You can’t buy it, but it has a price, said Oryx. Everything has a price.
You can't make an omelette without breaking eggs, is what he says. We thought we could do better.Better? I say, in a small voice. How can he think this is better?Better never means better for everyone...
Without the light, no chance; without the dark, no dance.
Where to start is the problem, because nothing begins when it begins and nothing's over when it's over, and everything needs a preface: a preface, a postscript, a chart of simultaneous events.
When you focus on details like this - close up, really clear, totally useless - you know you're in shock
When did the body first set out on its own adventures? Snowman thinks; after having ditched its old travelling companions, the mind and the soul, for whom it had once been considered a mere corrupt ve...
What will Ofwarren give birth to? A baby, as we all hope? Or something else, an Unbaby, with a pinhead or a snout like a dog's, or two bodies, or a hole in its heart or no arms, or webbed hands and fe...
What is the real breath of a man—the breathing out or the breathing in? Suchwas the nature of the gods
What is it about winter that causes people to drive as if their hands are feet?
What is a stromatolite? he asks rhetorically, his eyes gleaming. The word comes from the Greek stroma, a mattress, coupled with the root word for stone. Stone mattress: a fossilized cushion, formed by...
What do you want me to do? he whispers into the empty air.It’s hard to know.From habit he lifts his watch; it shows him its blank face.Zero hour, Snowman thinks. Time to go.
What a lost person needs is a map of the territory, with his own position marked on it so he can see where he is in relation to everything else. Literature is not only a mirror; it is also a map, a ge...
We love each other, that’s true whatever it means, but we aren’t good at it; for some it’s a talent, for others only an addiction.
To institute an effective totalitarian system or indeed any system at all you must offer some benefits and freedoms, at least to a privileged few, in return for those you remove.
Time has not stood still. It has washed over me, washed me away, as if I’m nothing more than a woman of sand, left by a careless child too near the water.
This may not seem ordinary to you now, but after a time it will. It will become ordinary.
This is the middle of my life, I think of it as a place, like the middle of a river, the middle of a bridge, halfway across, halfway over. I'm supposed to have accumulated things by now: possessions,...
They’d like to see through me, but nothing is more opaquethan absolute transparency.
They seem close, the stars, but they’re far away. Their light is millions, billions of years out of date. Messages with no sender.