“The Warrenite Christian is like a Star Wars geek who dressed up in costume and dearly wishes he lived the Star Wars universe. Sometimes such a fan will even spend as much time as he can in weekend costume conventions. For Warrenites, that's going to church.”

“Crazy like he's a serial killer, or crazy like he attends Star Trek conventions in full costume?""That's only crazy if you dress like a Klingon," I pointed out.”

“I’m not a big fan of Halloween. Except for the dressing up part. I love picking out a costume. - Tory”

“There was a time in our very recent history when it was “interesting” to be a Star Wars fan. It was sort of like admitting you masturbate twice a day or that your favorite band was They Might Be Giants. Star Wars was something everyone of a certain age secretly loved but never openly recognized”

“Star Trek?” I asked her. “Really?” “What?” she demanded, bending unnaturally black eyebrows together. “There are two kinds of people in the universe, Molly,” I said. “Star Trek fans and Star Wars fans. This is shocking.” She sniffed. “This is the post-nerd-closet world, Harry. It’s okay to like both.” “Blasphemy and lies,” I said.”

“But I'm worse. I'm a child playing dress-up, who can't even recognize herself under her own costume.”