“...I love Shakespeare, but sometimes....his images - If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head....”

“My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips' red;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,But no such roses see I in her cheeks;And in some perfumes is there more delightThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.I love to hear her speak, yet well I knowThat music hath a far more pleasing sound;I grant I never saw a goddess go;My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.”

“The hair of his face, on the contrary, carroty and flaming, resembled a growth of copper wire clipped short to the line of the lip; while, no matter how close he shaved, fiery metallic gleams passed, when he moved his head, over the surface of his cheeks.”

“You wired the kid," Truemann said meekly to no one in particular."Why not? No crime. You're the FBI, remember. You boys run more wire than AT&T."[Reggie Love]”

“Do you think I'm weird because I'm wired, or wired because I'm wierd?”

“You are imperfect, you are wired for struggle, but you are worthy of love and belonging.”