Old lovers go the way of old photographs, bleaching out gradually as in a slow bath of acid: first the moles and pimples, then the shadings. Then the faces themselves, until nothing remains but the general outlines.
Margaret AtwoodThose walls and bars are there for a reason,โ said Crake. โNot to keep us out, but to keep them in. Mankind needs barriers in both cases.โ โThem?โ โNature and God.โ โI thought you didnโt believe in God,โ said Jimmy. โI donโt believe in Nature either,โ said Crake. โOr not with a capital N.
Margaret Atwood