These things sneak up on him for no reason, these flashes of irrational happiness. It's probably a vitamin deficiency.
The theory was that while in a Fallow state you were gathering and conserving strength, nourishing yourself through meditation, sending invisible rootlets out into the universe.
The story of Zenia ought to begin when Zenia began. It must have been someplace long ago and distant in space, thinks Tony; someplace bruised, and very tangled. A European print, hand-tinted, ochre-co...
The small details of life often hide a great significance.
The sands of time are quicksands, said Adam One. So much can sink into them without a trace. And what a blessing when those things that sink away are needless worries.
The proper study of Mankind is Everything.
The freezing rain sifts down, handfuls of shining rice thrown by some unseen celebrant. Wherever it hits, it crystallizes into a granulated coating of ice.
So Crake never remembered his dreams. It's Snowman that remembers them instead. Worse than remembers: he's immersed in them, he'd wading through them, he's stuck in them. Every moment he's lived in th...
She walks towards Karen and Karen feels a cool wind against her skin, and the grandmother holds out both of her knobby old hands, and Karen puts out her own hands and touches her, and her hands feel a...
Perhaps they’ll say, These things are not real. They are phantasmagoria. They were made by dreams, and now that no one is dreaming them any longer they are crumbling away.
Lighting a fire is an act of renewal, of beginning, and she doesn't want to begin, she wants to continue. No: she wants to go back.
It's my fault. I am forgetting too much.
It wasn't so easy though, ending the war. A war is a huge fire; the ashes from it drift far, and settle slowly.
It was like being in an elevator cut loose at the top. Falling, falling, and not knowing when you will hit.
It was Crake preserving his dignity, because the alternative would have been losing it.
Is it disapproval or extreme lust? Toby wonders. With some men it’s hard to tell the difference.
In the end, we'll all become stories.
In the end, we'll all become stories. Or else we'll become entities. Maybe it's the same.
Ignoring isn't the same as ignorance, you have to work at it.
If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.