Quotes from Kathryn Davis

When the Space Drift finally took place it was like everything-everything that is and has been and always will be-became for a moment like a huge thick velvet curtain, and everything that ever considered itself to be separate from anything else no longer was but only just for that moment, the moment of the Drift, while space was carrying away time in its soft dark folds like a lover.

the beginning and the end of time. These are the same thing, as everybody knows who came into this universe via a wormhole.

One foot in front of the other. This is how a person walks... A trail unfolding just ahead of each footstep... resilient underfoot.

I've heard the band is supposed to be out of this world," Miss Vicks was saying.

Think of them like gods, Janice said, because that's what they are. The nape of a human neck is especially easy to see through – that's why they love it when we bow our heads. It doesn't have anything to do with praying. Prayers bore them.

The irony was not lost on any of us that despite the theme there was a robot on the throne.

She used to think there would be a greater sense of forward movement in her life, but now it seemed like where a person ended up was going to turn out to have everything to do with where she started.

You can always come back to a place, even if it isn't there anymore.

The proximity of Mary filled him with excitement; he had to work to slow his breathing. A drop, another drop – he was flicking his penis dry. It grew long and thin, the corona pointed and cleft like a hoof.

It was cool, his finger, being made of titanium, and he used it to stroke her, first on the outside, running it over her pubic hair until she began to moan, and then sliding it inside her.

They never got over it. They had to harden their hearts so they wouldn't keep breaking.

According to the prophecy a child was going to come along that would be part human and part robot and this child was going to change everything. Of course it was way too soon – both sides were totally unprepared, not to mention the fact that they had their parts mixed up. The girls were only interested in romance, and the robots in completing a transaction.

What seems to me the highest and most difficult achievement of art is not to make us laugh or cry, not to arouse our lust or rage, but to do what nature does — to set us dreaming," said Gustave Flaubert.

She had spent an hour confronting whatever form the devil had chosen to assume overnight, pleasantly smiling maybe, or waving his arms and screaming, or just dangling apparently pointlessly like a stuffed effigy of a living being in the sun.

She thought it was probably a good idea to like being looked at if you were a girl—it was probably key to survival. If you were a gorilla it was the other way around. Somewhere the girl had read that if you looked a gorilla in the eye it would strangle you.

I think she was in a book club for a while, but she quit when they stopped talking about the books and started talking about personal things like their feelings.

You could try making sense out of the universe, but you were too small and the parts you needed to see were too large or even smaller.

In my lap I had my dear little pug, the smell of whose ears will always be sweeter to me than all the perfumes of Araby and the scent of heliotrope combined.

This is because the Greeks had it backward, and no matter how hard humans try thinking otherwise, they still think like Greeks. For the Greeks, when you looked ahead all you saw was the past. It was like the past was the future.

Everybody thinks it's going to be different for them, Janice said. The dinosaurs thought so too.

Some people think what you're supposed to do in life is fill yourself up with loads of things like names, the more the better. But that's not how it works.

She tried to hear his heartbeat through the fabric of his tuxedo jacket, and the fact that she wasn't sure whether she could hear it made her think about how hard it was for any girl to ever know whether her love was being returned.

A girl in a crown of stars was coming toward him, but before she could see who he was he slipped through his curtains of flesh.

The world had edges but you couldn't see them going, only when you were trying to come back.