“Love can be described as compulsive thinking. Compulsive thinking latches on to details and dwells on them as if they hold enormous significance which cannot be grasped in a moment.”

“Longings. What is there to say about longings that hasn't already been said?”

“Sometimes you have to stick your finger down your throat and vomit up the disgusting insides of the self... sometimes you have to increase the nausea in order to get rid of the disgust...”

“There are words to describe her, my dear, but one does not repeat them in polite company.”

“Floote, what is going on? Do they think Iam contagious? Should I assure them I wasborn with a nose this size?”

“The Gamma paused. “You have a crazed werewolf in your wine cellar?” “You can think of a better place to stash him?” “What about the wine?”

“The eyes mirror the heart of a person. An entire life can be seen through them. Love, sorrow, deceit, pain. If you look closely, it’s all there.”