“Will you excuse us all,” [Jeff] said, “if we admit that we find it hard to believe? There is no such-possibility-in the rest of the world.”Have you no kind of life where [asexual reproduction] is possible?” asked Zava.“Why, yes-some low forms, of course.”“How low-or how high, rather?”

“It is only when you touch the higher that you realize how low we may be among the possibilities of creation.”

“You are too young to know how the world changes everyday,' said Mrs Creakle, 'and how the people in it pass away. But we all have to learn it, David; some of us when we are young, some of us when we are old, some of us at all times in our lives.”

“I have to believe in possibility. How else can we bear the enormous weight of life?”

“Where's your kilt?""How about this," he said in a low voice. "You don't ask me about haggis and bagpipes, and I won't ask you about garlic and Goodfellas.”

“How can you possibly know how much I miss you?" he said. "Have you got some sort of built-in miss-o-meter that can give us a reading?" "I'm a girl; of course I have a built-in miss-o-meter.”