Her face might be kindly if she would smile. But the frown isn't personal: it's the red dress she disapproves of, and what it stands for. She thinks I may be catching, like a disease or any form of bad luck.

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

“All it takes,” said Crake, “is the elimination of one generation. One generatio…”

“Their youngness is terrifying. How could I have put myself into the hands of su…”

“He needed to exist only in the present, without guilt, without expectation.”