“Is there any particular date you would like to become Mrs Ava Ward?”

“Ava's not my date. I came stag.""Stag. You. Why?""So my date wouldn't get offended when I wanted to dance with you," he says.”

“There are lots of things you can do, Ava. But I can't ask you to do any of them.”

“There is no longer any class outside the class of character, and no history to put your faith in.You can actually live as if you have no culture, no perspective particular to a date in time.You are an individual whose prime and solitary property is your own body.Dying becomes a hell beyond all reason or justice in this ahistorical context.”

“I almost forgot how gorgeous Adonis is," she [Ava] said, "We should have made him one of us."She [Ava] wouldn't have gotten any argument out of me, but a strange sound escaped from James, almost like he was growling. "And have to endure another narcissistic blond running around? No, thank you.”

“Ava, you're driving like Miss Daisy. Will you put your foot down?”