“Look. Aren’t they romantic?” Simon said, pointing out two "re!iesdancing together, their glowing lights making spirals in the dark.“Not necessarily,” I replied. “there are "re!y species where thefemales trick the males into thinking they want to mate, but theyeat them instead.”“Oh, yeah, I think I know a few of them.” Simon laughed”

“There's much to be said for a good strumpet, Ned," Simon rejoined. "Indeed I think you might be sadly in need of some good, hard, thorough strumping to re-order your mind.”

“Where are we?" Ni asked."This is my work place and the center ofUniverse as well." Simone said."Do you mean the tower is in the center of Universe?" Ni asked“I mean that we are both in space and inside the tower at the same time.""Why is it so dark here?" Ni asked."At the beginning, it is always dark." Simone replied, "Then everything comes into existence little by little.Even Light is born out of Darkness.”

“I used to get a big kick out of saving people’s lives. Now I wonder what the hell’s the point, since they all have to die anyway.”“Oh, there’s a point, all right,” Dunbar assured him.“Is there? What’s the point?”“The point is to keep them from dying as long as you can.”“Yeah, but what’s the point, since they all have to die anyway?”“The trick is not to think about that.”“Never mind the trick. What the hell’s the point?”Dunbar pondered in silence for a few moments. “Who the hell knows.”

“When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they might disintegrate.”

“Clearly,' said Luke, 'something's going on that I don't know about.'Simon looked over at him. 'Sometimes I think that's the motto of my life.”