“What a fine affair it would be if we could flit across the Atlantic as they say the angels do from planet to planet.”
“No visiting angel, or explorer from another planet could have guessed that this bland orb teemed with vermin, with world-mastering, self-torturing, incipiently angelic beasts.”
“Just remember that men are from a different planet, and you'll be fine.”
“The planet is fine. The people are fucked.”
“If what we think of ourselves were true, the planet would overflow with geniuses.”
“Is everyone from your planet like you?" Leyon asked, his gaze intent."For the most part," she replied."You have no men on your planet.""We do!”