“My identity is without root.”

“I sold my soul for knowledge of the future, only to have that very pact render me forever ignorant (Gerald Tarrant).”

“All about us were people. Perhaps a hundred. Men. Experience had taught me that humans were cruelest when segregated by sex, and the cold feeling in the pit of my stomach became led. What had I let myself in for?”

“The Tyr had tried. It had really tried. It must have gone over every element of human psychology, tried desperately to understand the nature of human aesthetic sense … and then failed, miserably, in every regard.”

“Only in summer-phase is it carnivorous.” If there was an award for understatement, I thought, the Tyr would trounce all competition.”

“We share need, not-human. Yours is straightforward.” … “Mine is less so, but you will serve it. Come.”

“How much blood was being made to flow for that last show of elegance?”