“l'm so scared my bones are clicking like dice on a Reno crap table.”

“You have to do what you love to do, not get stuck in that comfort zone of a regular job. Life is not a dress rehearsal. This is it.”

“The sergeant frowned. “Really, sir? And who might they be? Is there a gang of militant atheists at work in the district, that I know nothing about? Or a guerrilla unit of disaffected campanologists, perhaps?”

“James was disturbed by the way the computers quietly went about their business, running the network of trains, unconcerned about whether anyone was there to see them or not. It made him feel, as he left the room, that he was closing the door on a parallel universe with an entirely independent existence.”

“Elena, we have a business relationship which has profited us both immensely. Let's keep it that way. What was between us is part of past. Anastasia is my future, and I won't jeopardize it in any way, so cut the fucking crap.”

“What did that stupid deserting crap-bag ex-boyfriend, ex-best friend with the most perfect stupid hair do? He DIDN'T delete his crap off the desktop before he fled my life and left me all alone. That's what he did.”

“[Telzey] took out a pocket edition law library and sat down at the table. She clicked on the library's viewscreen, tapped the clearing and index buttons. Behind the screen, one of the multiple rows of pinhead tapes shifted slightly as the index was flicked into reading position.”