Gardening Is Not A Rational Act.

I Feel Like The Word Shatter.

Time Rises And Rises, And When It Reaches The Level Of Your Eyes You Drown.

My Brother And I Were Both Good At Science, And We Were Both Good At English Literature. Either One Of Us Could Have Gone Either Way.

The Truth Is Seldom Welcome, Especially At Dinner.

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.