[…] there in the laboratory we beheld a larger edition of the little mechanism which we had seen vanish from before our eyes. Parts were of nickel, parts of ivory, parts had certainly been filed or sawn out of rock crystal.

But it was still the eyes that Quill came back to, for they coveted a natural intelligence and a steelen resolve.

I would look for hours at South America, or Africa, or Australia, and lose myself in all the glories of exploration.

I took her down to Basin Street and to a movie, then took her to my room and knocked her off.