“I've been on jobs like that before, everyone stuck on the money not the work, watching their backs every minute. Bad for your health and your business. We'll do this civilised, or not at all. What do you say?"I say civilised," said Shenkt. "For pity's sake, let's kill like honest men.”

“There are other, civilised ways of dealing with the matter," Dllenahkh insisted.Darithiven looked at him with pity. "Then, by your definition, this cannot be civilisation.”

“I was asking if unwinding kills you, or if it leaves you alive somehow. C'mon—it's not like we haven't thought about it." (...)What do you think, Connor?" asks Hayden. "What hap­pens to your soul when you get unwound?"Who says I even got one?"For the sake of argument, let's say you do."Who says I want an argument?”

“What she didn't say was:"Can I punch both your sisters?""How do you cope with this, all the time?""Why can't it be the two of us, like it was before?"And,"Do you realize I've fallen for you?”

“In fact, it was all I could do to stop myself from saying, 'I've always been a big fan of your work …”

“Our civilisation being what it is, you've got to spent eight hours out of every twenty-four as a mixture between an imbecile and a sewing machine. It's very disagreeable, I know. It's humiliating and disgusting. But there you are. You've got to do it, otherwise the whole fabric of our world will fall to bits and we'll starve. Do the job then, idiotically and mechanically; and spend your leisure hours in being a real complete man or woman.”