Remarkably Bright Creatures Marcellus Quotes

Marcellus was, in fact, an exceptional octopus.

Marcellus, it’s me.” The octopus shifts slightly out of its corner and peers at her, blinking its creepy eye. Who is this lady? And how did she get in here, anyway? She nods, encouraging. “It’s okay.” She holds out her hand, and to Cameron’s shock the creature extends one of its arms and winds it around her wrist. She repeats, “It’s okay. I’m going to help you down now, all right?” The octopus nods. Wait, no. It did not. Did it? He rubs his eyes. Are they pumping hallucinogens through the ductwork here?

Marcellus pokes the tip of an arm through the surface of the water, and Tova lowers her hand. He curls his arm around her wrist in a gesture that’s well beyond familiar now, and there’s something almost instinctive about it, like the way a newborn baby will clutch at its mother’s finger.

Why must men do this? If Will had had his way, he’d have allowed every bureau in their house to slip into junk-drawer status. She lets out a soft chuckle, thinking of Marcellus and his collection of oddities, stashed under the gravel in his den. Apparently, this tendency of males to assemble useless dross transcends species.

Terry's small daughter chose my name. Marcellus McSquiddles, in full. Yes, it's a preposterous name. It leads many humans to assume I am a squid, which is an insult of the worst sort.

How can she explain to Terry that she doesn’t particularly care about this new octopus? That as far as she’s concerned, there will never be another Marcellus?

Who am I, you ask? My name is Marcellus,

For a moment that seems extended in time, before gravity catches up, Marcellus’s arm remains wrapped around her hand as his strange otherworldly body hangs in midair, his eye fixed to hers. Just as she’s about to be pulled down with him, he releases, and lands with a heavy splash in the night-black water.

See him back there? His name’s Marcellus. He’s a special guy. A special guy. Indeed.