You can pretty much trace when the big individual indebtedness kicked in, and it was when the credit card became generally available.

The one good thing to be said about announcing yourself as a writer in the colonial Canadian fifties is that nobody told me I couldn't do it because I was a girl. They simply found the entire proposition ridiculous. Writers were dead and English, or else extremely elderly and American; they were not sixteen years old and Canadian.

Jimmy found himself wishing to make a dent in Crake, get a reaction; it was one of his weaknesses, to care what other people thought of him.

Thy only authentic ending is the one provided here: John and Mary die, John and Mary die, John and Mary die.

Why do men feel threatened by women?

I'm interested in the Gothic novel because it's very much a woman's form. Why is there such a wide readership for books that essentially say, 'Your husband is trying to kill you'?

What a moron I was to think you were sweet and innocent, when it turns out you were actually college-educated the whole time!