The double-sun system was relatively poor in comets; there were only a hundred billion of them. — Iain M. Banks

Even the pain of what had felt on occasion like an irretrievably broken heart had consistently proved less lasting than she’d initially imagined and expected; the revelation that a boy’s taste was so grotesquely deficient he could prefer somebody else to her always reduced both the intensity and the duration of the anguish her heart demanded be endured to mark such a loss of regard.

He was tall and very dark-skinned and he had fabulously blond hair and a voice that could raise bumps on your skin at a hundred meters, or, better still, millimeters.

I am, as I have always been, of the opinion that while the niceties of normal moral constraints should be our guides, they must not be our masters.