“Do you have a camera?" Jackson asked. "We could get some pictures and may be take a print or two if we're lucky."Jonas shook his head. "We'd probably get a bunch of ghosts and that would just freak me out.”

“Gregori leaned forward. "Can you believe it? We're all a bunch of mutants! Just like the Ninja Turtles."Angus blinked. "We - we're like... turtles?"Gregori burst out lauging.Ian shook his head, grinning.Connor snorted. "Nay. We have vampire DNA. No turtles.”

“...if we consider the difference between William Henry Jackson packing in his cameras by mule, and the person stepping out of his car to take a picture with an Instamatic, it becomes clear how some of our space has vanished; if the time it takes to cross space is a way by which we define it, then to arrive at a view of space 'in no time' is to have denied its reality.”

“Sometimes I get the feeling that we're just a bunch of habits. The gestures we repeat over and over, they're just our need to be recognized. Without them, we'd be unidentifiable. We have to reinvent ourselves every minute.”

“Do you suppose we can take that as evidence? We could cut out the sections."Jonas snorted, "You can try taking a saw to that house, but personally, I'm not about to get anywhere near it with anything resembling a weapon.”

“Dad, she's just going to freak. And probably come here and get me, and then you guys will start yelling at each other, and I'll have to act out by wearing lots of eyeliner and doing the drugs”