“People?" As though she'd never heard of such a thing. "They're like dolls. Plastic and shiny and fake.”

“Plastic people flashing fake smiles at a pretend world.”

“Fish like shiny things, stupid people like shiny things, and the late Nebular Romular Ichibar IV liked shiny things. He burned to death when he flew too close to a bright star, which ironically got swallowed up by the least shiny object in the universe—a black hole.”

“Silly little plastic belt, made for a skinny pinny; it could barely tie around her. She managed, though - a tiny white bow. Waiting, she folded her hands and realized how every single time she went by this hospital, the same two thoughts occurred to her: that she'd been born here and that her father's body had been brought here after his suicide. She'd been through some things, but never mind. She straightened her back. Other people had been through things, too.”

“They give her tractors and things to play with instead of dolls, just to prove that girls are exactly the same as boys.Mind you, they're a bit illogical, it seems to me, because they have never forced me to play with dolls, which I would have thought would have proved the point just as effectively.”

“The doll, Dallas. You know, Barbie doll. Jeez, didn't you ever have dollies?""Dolls are like small dead people. I have enough dead people, thanks.”