Arthur

“Because,” said Sparrow, massaging her side, where she’d been injured, “I can’t fight like this.” “You shouldn’t have to. Besides, we’ve got the UMC with us.” Sparrow snorted. “You grow up on a colony or what?” “Yeah. What’s that got to do with it?” “Then you ought to know you can’t offload responsibility on someone else. You have to be able to take care of yourself when shit goes down.”
― Christopher Paolini, To Sleep in a Sea of Stars

“Let me tell you. The military accepts everyone who volunteers, assuming they meet the basic requirements. That means, at one end of the spectrum, you get people who would just as soon cut your throat as shake your hand. And at the other end of the spectrum, you get people so timid they wouldn’t hurt a fly. And what the military does is teach both of them how and when to apply violence.”
― Christopher Paolini, To Sleep in a Sea of Stars

“He was older, thinner, more worn around the edges than the man she’d met decades before on the Canterbury, but the openness she remembered was there too. The vulnerability. The almost genetic inability to believe that things wouldn’t work out for the best if he just followed his heart. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Really? I haven’t watched you try to kill yourself enough times? Now you make me watch you succeed in slow motion. But you’re sorry.” “Yeah. That part is pretty shitty.”
― James S.A. Corey, Leviathan Falls

“There’s sensor data already? I mean, I figured there’d be a few hours at least before they gathered enough to have a meeting about.” “When people don’t know anything,” Amos said, “they love having meetings to talk about it.”
― James S.A. Corey, Leviathan Falls