“The crowd quieted as a whole, but more than one creature cursed under his breath, "Not Regin."A drunk hunched over the bar muttered, "That glowing one made me eat a transistor radio once.”

“The two men were greedily hunched over the table, like two wolves disputing a carcass, but their muttered speech in the echoing hall resembled more the grunting of pigs. One was less than a wolf: he was a public prosecutor. The other was more than a pig, he was a chief commissioner of police.”

“Can either one of you actually fly?""Ummm...define fly."I heard cursing over the radios.”

“The glow of one warm thought is to me worth more than money”

“I was sitting at the bar of the Hegira that night when Ginny came in. The barkeep, an ancient sad-eyed patriarch named Jose, had just poured me another drink, and I was having one of those rare moments any serious drunk can tell you about. A piece of real quiet. Jose's cheeks bristled because he didn't shave very often, and his apron was dingy because it didn't get washed very often, and his fingernails had little crescents of grime under them. The glass he poured for me wasn't all that clean. But the stuff he poured was golden-amber and beautiful, like distilled sunlight, and it made the whole place soothing as sleep—which drunks know how to value because they don't get much of it.”

“Chase:“I don’t have the time or patience for games. Now, tell me, why do you … glow?” Regin:“I touched a radioactive alien cock once.”