“—I probably shouldn’t tell you this, I said.—Kay-Kay, those are my six favorite words in the English language.”

“Where’s your sketch pad?” I asked.… “I gave that up,” Kay said. “I wasn’t very good, so I changed my major.”“To what?”“To pre-med, then psychology, then English lit, then history.”“I like a woman who knows what she wants.”Kay smiled. “So do I, but I don’t know any.”

“You’re my gold, nahna xaxsah is my hahnee rah. Kay jahnan nahna lisa, na uvan tee luh kay. Ana kay jahnan nahna pahnsahna, Circe. Kay nayeesan tee. Fahzah.You’re my gold, your cunt is my liquid gold. I will have your mouth, you will give it to me. Then I will have your spirit, Circe. I will own it. Always.”

“The only word in the Martian language is written phonetically: Kay-ray-kh-kuh-ko-kex.It means whatever you want it to mean.”

“She seemed to be trying to take in what Kay had said to her: this bizarre, dangerous advice about telling the truth”

“And,” Kay adds as her final touch, “Christian Prescott is my boyfriend.”I dislike her already.”