Quotes About Adaptation

Nothing wrecks your nails like a lethal pandemic plague," but we did our nails anyway.

I follow suit, said the lion, vacating his coat of arms and movie logos; and the eagle said, Get me off this flag.

Though at that time men and women tried each other on, casually, like suits, rejecting whatever did not fit.

Change, we were sure, was for the better always. We were revisionists; what we revised was ourselves.

Change can be accommodated by any system depending on its rate, Crake used to say. Touch your head to a wall, nothing happens, but if the same head hits the wall at ninety miles an hour, it's red paint. We're in a speed tunnel, Jimmy. When the water's moving faster than the boat, you can't control a thing.

All writers must go from now to once upon a time; all must take care not to be captured and held immobile by the past.

am a great proponent of better. In the absence of best. Which is how we live now.

When the water's moving faster than the boat, you can't control a thing.

I don't think they'll ever replace the living and breathing," says Gary. "They said that about e-books," says Kevin. "You can't stop progress.

She who cannot control herself cannot control the path to duty. Do not fight the waves of anger, use the anger as your fuel. Inhale. Exhale. Sidestep. Circumvent. Deflect.

I've often wondered," I said. "If you were an animal, what animal would you be?" She leaned back, puzzled. "I can't say I've given it any thought," she said. "Since God did not make me an animal." "Indulge me," I said. "For instance: fox or cat?" ... Obviously I was both, since—unlike many—here I still am. I still have a bag of tricks. And I'm still high in the tree.

She'd stepped out of sex as if out of a loose dress. Now she was brisk, decisive, no nonsense.

I suffer from my own multiplicity. Two or three images would have been enough, or four, or five. That would be allowed for a firm idea: This is she. As it is, I'm watery, I ripple, from moment to moment I dissolve into my other selves.

Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it.

For present purposes he's shortened the name. He's only Snowman. He's kept the abominable to himself, his own secret hair shirt.

As we know from the oral tradition, every time the spirit moves it takes a different shape.

Our problem right now is that we're so specialized that if the lights go out, there are a huge number of people who are not going to know what to do. But within every dystopia there's a little utopia.

So when time had begun to run out on Adelia with no really acceptable husband in sight, she'd married money -- crude money, button money. She was expected to refine this money, like oil.

When the slugs begin to talk there's no time to lose.

The floods, the fires, the tornadoes, the hurricanes, the droughts, the water shortages, the earthquakes. [...] Why did I think it would nonetheless be business as usual? Because we'd been hearing these things for so long, I suppose. You don't believe the sky is falling until a chunk of it falls on you

A momentary psychotic break," I'd said. "The strain of being in a strange and debilitating environment, such as Canada, can have that effect.

I was sand, I was snow – written on, rewritten, smoothed over.

Ill winds blow far and find a ready welcome.

Men and women tried each other on, casually, like suits, rejecting whatever did not fit.