“I don’t recommend emulating the behavior of any of the characters contained within. They’re all quite mad.The truth is, I have no idea what I’m talking about.Except about love. We all know a little about that. Or nothing at all. In any case, we’re all on equal footing." (Author’s Note)”

“You’ve gone drinking?” Ashton asked.“She was quite the lushington the other night. But don’t worry, I took her home okay.”“You took me to the basement to go hunting for vicious killer automata.”“Well, yeah, but it was at home.”

“Ashton Adams, the real Ashton Adams, had had a wonderful week. He had attended four poetry readings and two séances, as well as an extraordinary art exhibit showing exclusively paintings of young men bathing. He had even met several of the models for the paintings, though he hadn’t yet gone bathing with any of them.”

“Spinsterhood didn’t matter much to her; she was already married to science.”

“I killed the Google Alert I used to have on myself two years ago. I don’t need any more information about myself. I get more than enough of that just by being me.”

“Never would I have a man saying what or who were best for me, and that were all there were to it.”

“Most people are blind to magic. They move through a blank and empty world. They’re bored with their lives, and there’s nothing they can do about it. They’re eaten alive by longing, and they’re dead before they die.”