All Souls’ Eve, when the spirits of the dead will come back to the living, dressed as ballerinas and Coke bottles and spacemen and Mickey Mice, and the living will give them candy to keep them from tu...
After the wolvogs have gone he lies on his back on the platform, gazing up at the stars through the gently moving leaves. They seem close, the stars, but they’re far away. Their light is millions, bil...
A movie about the past is not the same as the past.
A breath would blow you away, they beam down at her silently. You wish, thinks Tony, smiling up. Many have blown. She
We must be a beacon of hope, because if you tell people there's nothing they can do, they will do worse than nothing.
There was little that was truly original or indigenous to Gilead. Its genius was synthesis.
The argument for the perfectibility of humankind rests on a logical fallacy. Thus: man is by definition imperfect, say those who would perfect him. But those who would perfect him are themselves, by t...
Gazing up at the stars through the gently moving leaves. They seem close, the stars, but they're far away. Their light is millions, billions of years out of date. Messages with no sender.
And the one on the pigeons, trained to peck a button that made a grain of corn appear. Three groups of them: the first got one grain per peck, the second one grain every other peck, the third was rand...
But love was undependable, it came and then it went; so it was good to have a money value, because then at least those who wanted to make a profit from you made sure you were fed enough and not damage...
If I was a princess, with silver and gold,And loved by a hero, I'd never grow old:Oh, if a young hero came a-marrying me,I'd always be beautiful, happy, and free!Then sail, my fine lady, on the billow...
¿Pero quién puede recordar el dolor, una vez que éste ha desaparecido? Todo lo que queda de él es una sombra, ni siquiera en la mente ni en la carne. El dolor deja una marca demasiado profunda como pa...
They were awful without being believable. They were too melodramatic, they had a dimension that was not the dimension of our lives.
Gazing down at the black water remembering all the stories of women who had thrown themselves into it. They'd done it for love, because that was the effect love had on you. It snuck up on you, it grab...
But it is my true belief that it was the doctor that killed her with his knife; him and the gentleman between them. For it is not always the one that strikes the blow, that is the actual murderder;
At this distanceyou’re a mirage, a glossy imagefixed in the postureof the last time I saw you.Turn you over, there’s a placefor the address. Wish you werehere.
You don’t understand much, he says. Why do you think I was lost in the impenetrable forest in the first place?
You aren't sick & unhappy only alive & stuck with it.
Yes, it does feel deceptively safer with two; but Thou is a slippery character. Every Thou I've known has had a way of going missing. They skip town or turn perfidious, or else the drop like flies and...
Yes, good, kind Crake. I will stop telling this story if you sing. Because it makes me forget what I am telling.