“Santa Monica's only walkable if death is no hurdle. The air's the wrong colour. People put sunglasses on their dogs. It's a hideous place where humans are not welcome and those who stay suffer eight kinds of brain damage.”

“You know what it's like, finding eight middle-aged guys having tantric sex with ostriches?”

“Elijah Snow: 'Who have you pissed off this time, John?'John Stone: 'Sumatran robot death sluts -- Dammit, ONE of these buttons fires the atomic death biter --”

“Dance like you're stamping on a human face forever, love like you've been in a serious car crash that minced the front of your brain, stab like no one can arrest you, and live like there's no such thing as God.”

“The two guys who ran the place, always in Williamsburg hipster uniforms of short-sleeved shirts and neatly trimmed beards that looked stuck on with spirit gum, paid, as ever, no attention to anything but the food and the money. Tallow imagined that every night they counted their money and prided themselves on having not made eye contact with anything human.”

“Tradition:' one of those words conservative people use as a shortcut to thinking.”

“The single simplest reason why human space flight is necessary is this, stated as plainly as possible: keeping all your breeding pairs in one place is a retarded way to run a species.”