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

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

Don't confuse contentment with happiness.

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

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.

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

Some of us are born in the right place, and some of us have to go look for it.