I am not my childhood,' Snowman says out loud.

Why does the mind do such things? Turn on us, rend us, dig the claws in. If you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart. Maybe it's much the same.

I have a fork and a spoon, but never a knife… as if I’m lacking manual skills or teeth. I have both, however. That’s why I’m not allowed a knife.

We are very short on organs, and the pig solution is probably a lot better than the human clone solution - though maybe not for the pigs.

It's in Macbeth: "The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon." I seldom have occasion to pull it out, but it's ready and waiting!

I hope that people will finally come to realize that there is only one 'race' - the human race - and that we are all members of it.

Inside the peach, there is a stone.