My love is a pure love, Alex said with a grin. I wouldn’t sully it by actually, you know, doin’ anything about it. The
My love is a pure love, Alex said with a grin. I wouldn’t sully it by actually, you know, doin’ anything about it. The kind poets write about, then.
Mom, Holden said. Earthers and Belters can have kids just fine. We’re not a different species.
Maybe 5 percent, maybe less, were the ones who sucked it up, learned the lesson, and moved on. The Julies. The good ones.
I’m an engineer, not a damned hairstylist, Naomi said,
I’m all for forgiveness and bygones being bygones, but it’s easier to stomach that after the assholes are all dead.
It’s a war. Wars aren’t like that. Aren’t like what? Roberts said. Aren’t like stories about wars, Vandercaust answered solemnly. Stories about wars come after.
It was what came of being a primate with a body built for the Pleistocene savanna. Fear and relief and lust and joy were all packed into the same little network of nerves somewhere deep in his amygdal...
It was strange how nothing could change while everything did.
It was possible she was hurling her prayers at a cold and unfeeling universe that didn’t hear them, but that wasn’t how it felt. Science had given mankind many gifts, and she valued it. But the one im...
It was normal to sacrifice animals. Rats, pigeons, pigs. Dogs. Chimpanzees. Biology had always suffered the cognitive push-pull of proving that humans were just another kind of animal while at the sam...
It keeps people calm. That’s the important thing. Holden thinks he’s a hero, power to the people, information wants to be free blah blah blah, but he’s a fucking moron. He’s on his own ship. Avasarala...
It gets better, though. Right? Sometimes. Sometimes it’s just one shit sandwich after another.
In order to be heard by the oppressing class, one must speak as a member of it. Not only the language, but the diction. The accusation of tyranny, however well-founded in fact, is dismissed unless it...
If you don’t have the data you need, play with the data you have, see if something comes out of it.
I thought if you told people facts, they’d draw their conclusions, and because the facts were true, the conclusions mostly would be too. But we don’t run on facts. We run on stories about things.
I actually read history. It’s like reading prophecy, you know.
Humanity has done amazing things by just muddling through, arguing and complaining and fighting and negotiating. It’s messy and undignified, but it’s when we’re at our best, because everyone gets to h...
Human violence as a kind of fractal—self-similar on all scales from bar fight to system-wide war. The buildup of insults and lost face that swelled over the course of an evening or a century. The shov...
How many millions of times had people had this exact conversation before? How many wars had put two people together for a moment and then washed them apart? There had to be a tradition of it. A secret...