“....barriers made of metal could turn fluid when touched simultaneously by people on either side...”

“I might have been made of metal once, but not anymore. Like Pinocchio, I'd turned into a real girl. So far it sucked. But there was nothing I could do about it.”

“She reached back with remarkable speed and, raising the weapons above her head, slid them out to the sides. The swords made a high-pitch metallic screech when their surfaces glided against each other”

“It was as if the future were a treacly adhesive fluid that had been spilt all over the present, so that everything he touched made his fingers too sticky to be of the slightest use.”

“Coffin,why no lid? Too antiseptic for Hell, and could the roof of heaven really be made of gray metal?”

“A nation is not made welthy by the childish accumulation of shiny metals, but it enriched by the economic prosperity of it's people.”