So, what are you?""What I am is someone who doesn't want you to jump out of the window. The rest are details.

Magnus didn't really want this kind of thing this early in the morning - this talk of aching memories and wanting to forget. This conversation needed to end, now.

The rich bought wonderful clothes you recognized. The richest had their pople go to Paris and buy the entire new collection that no one outside of the fashion house has seen.

And who are all these people? There weren't this many when I fell asleep."Alfie shrugged, indicating that the universe was mysterious and nothing would ever be fully understood.

Do you not tire of eternity? Do you not wish to end your suffering?""By leaping into the Void? Not really.

I thought of my mother (...). Freud wrote that no man is secure in the love of his mother can ever be a failure. Well, I had been busy proving that theory wrong.

Well into adulthood, writing has never gotten easier. It still only ever begins badly, and there are no guarantees that this is not the day when the jig is finally up.

Was that what it meant to be alive - moving from a brightly lit corridor into a darkened room at every step? Sometimes it felt that way.

This new consensus seemed so compelling that Ernst Mayr, the dean of modern Darwinians, opened the ashcan of history for a deposit of Geoffrey's ideas about anatomical unity.

An author simply comes up with a hypothetical question, and then spends eight months and 80 thousands words to come up with a believable lie to answer it

Until you learn to play what you want to hear, you're barking up the wrong tree.

Books permit us to voyage through time, to tap the wisdom of our ancestors.

In the brute physical world, and the one encompassed by medicine, there are all too many things that could kill you, don't kill you, and then leave you considerably weaker.

I would only hire someone to work directly for me if I was willing to work for that person.