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

“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.”

“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)”

“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.”

“You know you’re dealing with a numpty when her saving grace is that she didn’t help to cover up a murder.”

“If she would give the world what it wanted, it would deify her.”

“She had never expected anything special to just happen to her. Her plan for life was to get out there and make special things happen, which was a much more sensible plan from a probability point of view.”