“Anyway, maybe there weren't any solutions. Human society, corpses and rubble. It never learned, it made the… — Margaret Atwood

“I am not my childhood," Snowman says out loud.

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

“He has to find more and better ways of occupying his time. His time, what a bankrupt idea, as if he's been given a box of time belonging to him alone, stuffed to the brim with hours and minutes that he can spend like money. Trouble is, the box has holes in it and the time is running out, no matter what he does with it.”