“He looks like a man.' 'How descriptive,' Susan said in a droll tone. 'Remind me never to advise you to seek work as a novelist.”

“Uh-huh. You know with that sinister tone you should look into working for the IRS. I’m sure they’re desperate for people who can cow others with a single growl. (Susan)”

“So, Mulder,' Colton spoke in a mocking tone. 'What do you think? Look like the work of Little Green Men?''Gray,' Mulder said seriously.'What?' Colton asked.'Gray,' Mulder explained. You said green men. A Reticulan's skin tone is gray. They're known for their extraction of human livers due to a lack of iron in the Reticulian Galaxy.'Colton looked confused- as though he couldn't tell whether Mulder was joking. 'You can't be serious,' he said.'Do you know how much liver and onions go for on Reticulum?' Mulder asked Colton.”

“I've been working hard on [Ulysses] all day," said Joyce. Does that mean that you have written a great deal?" I said. Two sentences," said Joyce. I looked sideways but Joyce was not smiling. I thought of [French novelist Gustave] Flaubert. "You've been seeking the mot juste?" I said. No," said Joyce. "I have the words already. What I am seeking is the perfect order of words in the sentence.”

“You'll always be beautiful to me, no matter how old you are, and you can remind me of that when you're ninety, because if I'm still around I know I'll still feel the same.'-Forgotten, Susan Lewis”

“I love it. Reminds me of you." "It reminds me of a man I don't like." I never want to hear it again. "I'm sorry." He nips at my neck, drawing his tongue up the length to my jawbone. "My arse is dead.”