You know," he said, "every time a vampire says he doesn't believe in lycanthropes, a werewolf bursts into flames.

The end of the world was supposed to be gradual. There was supposed to be warning. A long, slow slide. What we got was punctuated equilibrium: a stately wobbling, then a sudden tipping point. There was plenty of warning, I suppose. We just weren’t paying attention.

BLINDSIGHT is fearless: a magnificent, darkly gleaming jewel of a book that hurdles the contradictions inherent in biochemistry, consciousness, and human hearts without breaking stride.

You know," he said, "every time a vampire says he doesn't believe in lycanthropes, a werewolf bursts into flames.

Every one of us is a minor tragedy. Most of us learn to cope.

Like the minor poet who knows the meanness of his gift, I am doomed to a lifetime of frustration: to be able to comprehend beauty, but not create it.

Opinions are like kittens," he commented. "People are always giving them away.