Quotes About Evolution

People change, though, especially after they are dead.

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

Arboreal, a fine word. Our arboreal ancestors, Crake used to say. Used to shit on their enemies from above while perched in trees. All planes and rockets and bombs are simply elaborations on that primate instinct.

When you alter yourself, the alterations become the truth...

We were revisionists; what we revised was ourselves.

We slept in what had once been the gymnasium.

Amazing how quickly the past becomes idyllic.

And consider: it is loss to which everything flows, absence in which everything flowers

A road is a process, not a location.

What is a stromatolite? he asks rhetorically, his eyes gleaming. The word comes from the Greek stroma, a mattress, coupled with the root word for "stone." Stone mattress: a fossilized cushion, formed by layer upon layer of blue-green algae building up into a mound or dome. It was this very same blue-green algae that created the oxygen they are now breathing. Isn't that astonishing?

As we know from the study of history, no new system can impose itself upon a previous one without incorporating many of the elements to be found in the latter, as witness the pagan elements in medieval Christianity and the evolution of the Russian KGB from the czarist secret service that preceded it

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

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

So much for endings. Beginnings are always more fun. True connoisseurs, however, are known to favor the stretch in between, since it's the hardest to do anything with.

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.

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

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

At some indeterminate point in their life cycles, they cause themselves to be placed in artificial stone or wooden cocoons, or chrysalises. They have an idea that they will someday emerge from these in an altered state, which they symbolize with carvings of themselves with wings. However, we did not observe that any had actually done so.

This bug is something new though. We've got the bioprint.

If you don't like it, change it, we said, to each other and to ourselves. And so we would change the man, for another one. Change, we were sure, was for the better always. We were revisionists; what we revised was ourselves.

That is a reconstruction, too.

This may not seem ordinary to you now, but after a time it will. It will become ordinary.

Backward glances are not encouraged.

When your main game's over, you can always move your chessboard elsewhere.