1. Any moment called now is always full of possibles.
Kraken
2. Shadows fell on them like predators as the light went out.
Perdido Street Station
3. The summer stretched out the daylight as if on a rack. Each moment was drawn out until its anatomy collapsed. Time broke down. The day progressed in an endless sequence of dead moments.
Perdido Street Station
4. We would never call inexplicable little insights 'hunches,' for fear of drawing the universe's attention. But they happened, and you knew you had been in the proximity of one that had come through if you saw a detective kiss his or her fingers and touch his or her chest where a pendant to Warsha, patron saint of inexplicable inspirations, would, theoretically, hang.
The City & the City
5. With the city like this, don’t we have greater needs than poetry?
The Last Days of New Paris
