Melba thought with a touch of pity.
You ready? Amos asked. Does it matter? Not a lot. Let’s
The concrete replaces the forest. You get in its way, you get paved over. If you can find a way to live in the cracks, you can thrive anywhere. There were always cracks.
So I have a thing. Is it a thing I can fix? Holden asked. Point me at the thing.
Mark Watney, out of Mars.
I didn’t switch sides. I stopped playing.
Your empire’s hands look a lot cleaner when you get to dictate where history begins and what parts of it don’t count.
Tilly screamed. Anna’s shocked brain only registered annoyance at the sound. Really, when had someone screaming ever solved a problem?
The ones that don’t kill you don’t count.
That was what decades of marriage were for. Intimacy and pattern matching as a kind of telepathy.
Oh, I’m not dying out here, Amos said, and pointed toward the interior of the ship with his chin. Worst-case scenario, I’m dying inside there.
Did the universe evolve eyes and wings and sense organs and bitter amusement at the prospect of death all the same way? Okay,
They’d been driven to find out what was on the other side of the long trip. Driven by a need to see shores no one else had ever seen before. Show a human a closed door, and no matter how many open doo...
And the Mark Watney, out of Mars.
You want a shadow, you got to have light and something to get in its way.
That's what it's come to, Miller thought, rubbing a hand across his chin. Pogroms after all. Cut off just a hundred more heads, just a thousand more heads, just ten thousand more heads, and then we'll...
Situations change and clinging too tightly to what came before kills you. And
Semper fi, Gunny. Oohrah, Bobbie replied with a grin. On
Now you’re asking me to explain microwaves to a monkey.
No rest for the wicked, no peace for the good.