“And they choose our mates. (Ravyn)So what do they do? Jump here on earth, tap you on the shoulder, and say, ‘Hey, bub, marry her’? (Susan)”

“I can’t believe I’m mated to someone who’s allergic to me. (Ravyn)You? I’m the one who should be having a hissy. How do I introduce you to people? Hi, this is my…what? Significant other? Mate? Pet? (Susan)”

“Why must every relationship I have be so damned impossible? (Ravyn)Hey now, defeatist talk from a catman like you? I’m the one who should be freaking out here. I mean, damn, you could give me fleas or something. (Susan)”

“And if I don’t want you to? (Ravyn)You know, you’d look really weird in a dress and high heels. (Susan)What’s that supposed to mean? (Ravyn)It means you’re not my mother. Now stop arguing and help me find my shoes. (Susan)”

“I’m assuming those are Daimons. (Susan)No, they’re Avon ladies. (Ravyn)”

“That is my face,' said Rhoda, 'in the looking-glass behind Susan's shoulder - that is my face. But I will duck behind her to hide it, for I am not here. I have no face. Other people have faces; Susan and Jinny have faces; they are here. Their world is the real world. The things they lift are heavy. They say Yes, they say No; whereas I shift and change and am seen through in a second. If they meet a housemaid she looks at them without laughing. But she laughs at me. They know what to say if spoken to. They laugh really; they get angry really; while I have to look first and do what other people do when they have done it.”