“Jane clutched her mug like a talisman of reality.”

“To me [Edgar Allen Poe's] prose is unreadable—like Jane Austin's [sic]. No there is a difference. I could read his prose on salary, but not Jane's. Jane is entirely impossible. It seems a great pity that they allowed her to die a natural death.”

“There is nothing for her beyond those gates," Gavriel said. "Do you think to bring her along like a talisman to remind you of your humanity? Or do you think sharing your damnation will lighten the burden of it?”

“There's no point in comforting words, in telling her she'll be all right. She's no fool. Her hand reaches out and I clutch it like a lifeline. As if it's me who's dying instead of Rue.”

“A hippie is someone who looks like Tarzan, walks like Jane and smells like Cheetah.”

“Modern Day Mugging”

“It was like being in a Jane Austen novel, but one with far less clothing.”

“Letting I dare not wait upon I would is a mug's game, and those who play it usually get mugged.”

“She admired him; she was used to clutching her hands together in his wake and heaving audible sighs.”

“She divorced her husband, y' know. I never knew him, it was before I met Jane. Apparently she came back from work one mornin' an' found her husband in bed with the milkman. With the milkman, honest to God. Well, apparently, from that day forward Jane was a feminist. An' I've noticed, she never takes milk in her tea.”