Once upon a time there was a young lady who lived in a marsh, and her name was Poison.

How was is that life never worked out the way it did in his head?

On reflection,’ Crake said to Frey, as they huddled behind an upturned table, ‘this wasn’t one of your better plans.

Imagination is as close as we will ever be to godhead . . . for in imagination, we can create wonders.

Not for the first time, he wished he commanded a highly trained bunch of soldiers instead of a ragtag mob of rejects in varying stages of alcoholism.

Once upon a time there was a young lady who lived in a marsh, and her name was Poison.

I just wanted them to die," said Poison. "They didn't have to make such a drama about it.