She felt like a proper lady, she did.

Spit and blood!

On reflection,’ Crake said to Frey, as they huddled behind an upturned table, ’this wasn’t one of your better plans.

They would erect great temples, and cities built of bone and sinew, and their foulness would spread like a cancer until finally, a hundred years from now, Mother Earth would be theirs.

She was quite maniac when I met her. I scared her, maybe.

This was London, and you either held on, or fell by the walkside like that fellow had.

He let the smoke drift around the inside of his mouth, trying to relax, but nothing could so easily dispel the unquiet that he felt.

At least on the Ketty Jay he was surrounded by people who asked no questions, people untrained in the aristocratic arts of vicious wit and backstabbing. He rather liked that about them, actually.

Everything you write makes you better. But if you really need a tip, here’s one: a good story begins in opposition to its ending. That means you work out how it finishes first, and then begin the story as far away from that point.

Mankind is not yet mature enough to take responsability for its mistakes.