“That would be like making a pact with Lucifer. (Zarek)
Yes, but I don’t smell like sulfur. And I happen to dress better. Luc always looks like a pimp. (Dionysus)”

“Hello!” The girl in the blood-red dress beamed at Leo. “Are you Dionysus?”

There was only one answer to that.
“Yes!” Leo yelped. “Absolutely. I am Dionysus.”

“Would like to join me? (Astrid)
I think I’d look strange in a bikini. (Zarek)
Was that a joke? Can it be you made a real joke? (Astrid)
Yeah, I must be possessed or something. (Zarek)”

“I think pot should be legal. I don’t smoke it, but I like the smell of it.”

“She looked at me askance. “Of course I bribed him, Victor. You’d be amazed to know how cheaply. Does that bother you?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “I don’t like bribery.”
“I’m indifferent to it. It happens, like gravity. It may not be admirable, but it gets things done.””

“I don’t like it when you use my shampoo, because then your hair smells like me, not you.”

“The alcohol smell is on my fingers, cold and remote, piercing like a steel pin going in. It smells like white enamel basins. When I look up at the stars in the nighttime, cold and white and sharp, I think they must smell like that.”

“Udumbara don’t smell like papaver.”

“Hockey is a sport for white men. Basketball is a sport for black men. Golf is a sport for white men dressed like black pimps.”

“People ask, "Why do you dress like a woman?" I don't dress like a woman. I dress like a drag queen.”