Keep your best whiskey in a bottle marked ‘mouthwash.’ - Pat Cadigan

Reaching in, he wrapped the exposed wires around his fingers and ripped them out. The locks released, letting the door fall open a crack.
“That’s what we call a Luddite hack.”

"Is that the way you feel about it?" I asked.
"I'm a lawyer. I deal with the law as it is, not how I feel about it."

I pushed her back hard. “You don’t belong with them; you’re not special, you have no place in any unseen world; you’re like me and the rest of our family. Get used to it!”
She looked at me like I’d slapped her.
“Oh, sorry,” I said, feeling equally stung by her reaction. “It’s hell being ordinary, but that’s the human condition.”