Celeste

“I am beginning to understand,” she said in a quiet, deadly voice, “who is the monster. What you are doing is farther from natural than vampires or werewolves could ever get. You are profaning creation, not only with this”—she gestured rudely with her thumb at the automaton holding her tightly—“but with that.” She pointed to the machine with its suckerlike metal tubes reaching hungrily inside the body of her dear friend. The horrible contraption seemed to be drinking him dry, more hungry for blood than any vampire she had ever seen. “It is you, Mr. Siemons, who is the abomination.”
― Gail Carriger, Soulless

“Well, do be careful, my love. Poetry can cause irreparable harm when misapplied.”
― Gail Carriger, Timeless

“What’s a self-respecting amusement park without a ghost?”
― Stephen King, Joyland

“He could not stand Alexia Tarabotti, even if her lovely brown eyes twinkled when she laughed, and she smelled good, and she had a particularly splendid figure.”
― Gail Carriger, Soulless