“This may be impossible for you to believe," Colt said in a hushed voice, "but as recently as last year, I was a hyper, naive-albeit extremely good-looking-minor myself.""And now you're a persistent, outdoorsy, unshaven man-boy who cavorts with clones of your former self?"Colt plucked a round stone out of the water. "I prefer boy-man, but the rest of the sentence sounded fairly accurate.”

“It doesn't sound very safe." - Colt"We're breaking into a company owned by aliens who want to wipe humans off the map. It's not supposed to be safe." - Oz"I guess you have a point." - Colt”

“Is that what I think it is?" - Colt"Plastic explosives." - Oz"You have stuff like that lying around your house?" - Colt"Doesn't everybody?" Oz smiled as he walked to the far corner of the bunker, dragging Colt with him.”

“I hope that I state your case fairly: One of my great fears is misrepresenting you, even to myself, now that you are not here to set me right. The truth is that you did not believe in idealism. All love was suspect; even a saint's was just differed self-interest. And it was impossible to argue without sounding either sentimental or naive. Cynicism has all the smart words on it's side; idealism uses a nursery school dictionary. And you studied early to disguise your childhood pain. But it is not universal.”

“You are my whole heart, Scarlet. And this is breaking it.'My heart cracked open and clear dropped out of me. My mouth opened, and I looked round me and stamped my foot. 'Does this look like a good time to tell me that, you damn stupid boy?' I meant to sound mean but my voice wobbled. 'Now?'He gave a little smile. 'My foul-mouthed warrior.”

“All that can accurately be said about a man who thinks he is a poached egg is that he is in the minority.”