Come on folks, no Dan Simmons yet?

"I tried to rediscover the voice of some of the Ancients," I said, suddenly shy.
"You succeeded brilliantly."
"The Heaven's Gate Interlude is still rough," I said.
"It's about loneliness," I said.
"It is loneliness."
"Do you think it's ready?" I asked.
"It's perfect. . . a masterpiece."
"Do you think it'll sell?" I asked.
"No fucking way."

"Approaching rasberry jam speed."
That is to say, if the containment fields failed for a microsecond, all that would be left of us would be a thin lair of rasberry jam.

"Ship, shut the hell up."