Madeline Ashby Quotes & Sayings

The minisub burbled up to the surface like a bout of bad tacos; — Madeline Ashby

There are only two industries in this world that ever make any kind of progress: porn, and the military. And when they hop in bed together with crazy fundamentalists, we get things like you. — Madeline Ashby

They hate women," Moore said. "Serial killers are the zenith of misogyny." "No, Mr. Moore, that would be the invention of the corset, — Madeline Ashby

An iteration isn't a copy, Mother. It's just the latest version. I'm your upgrade. That's why I did what I did. Because I'm just better than you. — Madeline Ashby

I can see it, when your heart slows down. That's how I know when to call. I keep your heart - the icon of your heart - in one corner of my vision. All the time." Her stomach flipped over and tried to exit through her fingertips. Adrenaline jangled down her arms like music. Her mouth went dry and all she could taste was the burn of the drug in her throat. "See, there? It skipped. — Madeline Ashby

She belongs with me, not to me. — Madeline Ashby

The whole bioluminescent inkjob trend really didn't work for white people. Not enough contrast. — Madeline Ashby

It always takes Ignacio a minute to put his sexy together. — Madeline Ashby

She looked up and he was looking at her, too, and it was like kissing - or perhaps the moment just before kissing, or maybe a long time after. — Madeline Ashby

It wasn't a hug - hugs ended quickly, even long ones, but this one persisted into something else entirely. — Madeline Ashby

It was too late, of course, for California. But California has always been a place where dreams go to live or die. — Madeline Ashby

Charlotte leveled him with a glare the likes of which he had never seen in synthetic women. It seemed to penetrate his every cell, as though she were watching him decay one picosecond at a time — Madeline Ashby

The dance took place on a viewpoint level of Tower Four. Each hour, the whole floor would make a single revolution, so couples at tables could see both the city and the ocean. This was by far its lowest-tech feature. The Synth-Bio Club had engineered all manner of plants and animals just for the occasion: grabby little tentacular vines that climbed up the walls, twirling maple keys that danced and spun in the air like pixies and spiralled up from whatever surface they touched, butterflies that dampened signal by flapping their Faraday wings.
None of the students really noticed. They were too busy miming anal on the dance floor. — Madeline Ashby