There is no more to say." "What brutes," said Zaidie, turning away from him, her head thrown back and her lips curling in unutterable disgust.

"Well, if these people have civilised themselves along the same lines that we are doing, thinking the same things and speaking something like the same speech, thank God we shall be dead before our civilisation reaches a stage like this.
That's not a man.

It's only a machine of flesh and bone and nerves, and I suppose it has blood of some sort." A beautiful woman always looks most beautiful when she is just a little angry.

Redgrave had never seen Zaidie look quite so lovely as she did just then.

The Martian, whose ancestors had for generations forgotten what human emotion was like, only saw in her anger a miracle which made her a thousand times more beautiful than before, and as he looked upon her glowing cheeks and gleaming eyes some instinct insensibly transmitted through many generations awoke to sudden life in some unused corner of his brain.
His pale clear eyes lit up with something like a glow of human passion.
The pink spots under his eyes spread downwards over his cheeks.