We are a society dying, said Aunt Lydia, of too much choice.

“I said maybe I was too sad for the job: didn’t they want a more upbeat personal…”

“So that’s what art is, for the artist,” said Crake. “An empty drainpipe. An amp…”

“Oryx,” he says. “I know you’re there.” He repeats the name. It’s not even her r…”

“This murdered girl troubles me. After the first shock, nobody at school says mu…”