Loosen up. I need reverence like I need a skateboard. - Alastair Reynolds

Don't tell me you aren't the slightest bit curious, Norquinco." "I hope you burn in hell, Sky Haussmann." "I'll take that as a yes.

How did you…pass the time?" Sunday asked. "You couldn't just ching out of it, could you?" "We had a different form of chinging," Eunice said. "An earlier type of virtual-reality technology, much more robust and completely unaffected by time lag. You may have heard of it. We called it 'reading.'

We've never lied to you," McKinley said. "No," Bella said, "but you've done a damned good job of not correcting any of my assumptions.