Margaret Atwood - Oryx and Crake (2003)

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If he wants to be an asshole, it's a free country. Millions before him have made the same life choice.

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Why is it he feels some line has been crossed, some boundary transgressed? How much is too much, how far is too far?

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They spent the first three years of school getting you to pretend stuff and then the rest of it marking you down if you did the same thing.

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You can't buy it, but it has a price, said Oryx. Everything has a price.

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I'll make you mine, lovers said in old books. They never said, I'll make you me.

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So that's what art is, for the artist, said Crake. An empty drainpipe. An amplifier. A stab at getting laid.

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Jimmy found himself wishing to make a dent in Crake, get a reaction; it was one of his weaknesses, to care what other people thought of him.

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She had no images of this love. She could offer no anecdotes. It was a belief rather than a memory.

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What people want is perfection," said the man. "In themselves." "But they need the steps to it to be pointed out," said the woman. "In a simple order," said the man. "With encouragement," said the woman. "And a positive attitude.

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He'd developed a strangely tender feeling towards such words, as if they were children abandoned in the woods and it was his duty to rescue them.

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When they're gone out of his head, these words, they'll be gone, everywhere, forever. As if they had never been.

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So this was the rest of his life. It felt like a party to which he'd been invited, but at an address he couldn't actually locate. Someone must be having fun at it, this life of his; only, right at the moment, it wasn't him.

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Immortality,' said Crake, ' is a concept. If you take 'mortality' as being, not death, but the foreknowledge of it and the fear of it, then 'immortality' is the absence of such fear. Babies are immortal. Edit out the fear, and you'll be...

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Adam named the living animals, MaddAddam names the dead ones.

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Jimmy had been full of himself back then, thinks Snowman with indulgence and a little envy. He'd been unhappy too, of course. It went without saying, his unhappiness. He'd put a lot of energy into it.

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When any civilization is dust and ashes," he said, "art is all that's left over. Images, words, music. Imaginative structures. Meaning—human meaning, that is—is defined by them. You have to admit that.

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Falling in love, although it resulted in altered body chemistry and was therefore real, was a hormonally induced delusional state, according to him. In addition it was humiliating, because it put you at a disadvantage, it gave the love object too much power. As for sex per se, it lacked both challenge and novelty, and was on the whole a deeply imperfect solution to the problem of intergenerational genetic transfer.

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Your friend is intellectually honourable," Jimmy's mother would say. "He doesn't lie to himself.

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After everything that's happened, how can the world still be so beautiful? Because it is.

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

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There's something to be said for hunger: at least it lets you know you're still alive.

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These things sneak up on him for no reason, these flashes of irrational happiness. It's probably a vitamin deficiency.

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Toast was a pointless invention from the Dark Ages. Toast was an implement of torture that caused all those subjected to it to regurgitate in verbal form the sins and crimes of their past lives. Toast was a ritual item devoured by fetishists in the belief that it would enhance their kinetic and sexual powers. Toast cannot be explained by any rational means. Toast is me. I am toast.

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But the adjectives change, said Jimmy. Nothing's worse than last year's adjectives.

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The prospect of his future life stretched before him like a sentence; not a prison sentence but a long-winded sentence with a lot of unnecessary subordinate clauses, as he was soon in the habit of quipping during Happy Hour pickup time at the local campus bars and pubs. He couldn't say he was looking forward to it, this rest-of-his-life.

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