James S.A. Corey, Cibola Burn Quotes
A few generations living and dying without a sky, and enclosed spaces lost the atavistic terror of premature burial.
No one lived forever. But you fought for every minute you could get. Bought a little more with a lot of hard work.
The moral high ground is a lovely place. It won’t stop a missile, though. It won’t alter the trajectory of a gauss round.
Or was that fatalism another good move in design space? Did the universe evolve eyes and wings and sense organs and bitter amusement at the prospect of death all the same way?
Fayez whistled low. “That is not dead which can eternal lie. Or, y’know, whatever.
I’m a long-flight pilot. Pushing a little bubble of air-filled metal across an ocean of nothing is what I was born to do.
You want a shadow, you got to have light and something to get in its way.
You can order the sun to come up if you time it right. I’m not driving this bus. Making it do what I want would be like talking someone out of a seizure.
You know, ” Naomi said, “if you’re looking at hundreds of people burning to death as a problem solving itself, that may be more evidence that you’re on wrong side.
It’s herding kittens. If kittens had a lot of guns and an overdose of neo-Libertarian property theory.
