I have long since decided if you wait for the perfect time to write, you'll never write. There is no time that isn't flawed somehow.

I'm not senile," I snapped. "If I burn the house down it will be on purpose.

Some travelers think they want to go to foreign places but are dismayed when the places turn out actually to be foreign.

So Crake never remembered his dreams. It's Snowman that remembers them instead. Worse than remembers: he's immersed in them, he'd wading through them, he's stuck in them. Every moment he's lived in the past few months was dreamed first by Crake. No wonder Crake screamed so much.

I'm working on my own life story. I don't mean I'm putting it together; no, I'm taking it apart. If you'd wanted the narrative line you should have asked earlier, when I still knew everything and was more than willing to tell. That was before I discovered the virtues of scissors, the virtues of matches.

Never pray for justice, because you might get some.

Even an obvious fabrication is some comfort when you have few others.