She had her reasons. Not that they were the same as anybody else's reasons.

I felt white, drained of blood, cared for, purified. Peaceful.

Vampires get the joy of flying around and living forever, werewolves get the joy of animal spirits. But zombies, they're not rich, or aristocratic, they shuffle around. They're a group phenomenon, they're not very fast, they're quite sickly. So what's the pleasure of being one?

If I waited for perfection... I would never write a word.

He has been trying to sing Love into existence again And he has failed

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.

I am certain that a Sewing Machine would relieve as much human suffering as a hundred Lunatic Asylums, and possibly a good deal more.