Jo

“Do you know what happened to my birth mother?” Roz told Brightbill about that fateful day in spring. About how the rocks had fallen and only one egg had survived. About how she’d put the egg in a nest and carried it away. About how she’d watched over the egg until a tiny gosling hatched. Brightbill listened carefully until she finished. “Should I stop calling you Mama?” said the gosling. “I will still act like your mother, no matter what you call me,” said the robot. “I think I’ll keep calling you Mama.” “I think I will keep calling you son.” “We’re a strange family,” said Brightbill, with a little smile. “But I kind of like it that way.”
― Peter Brown, The Wild Robot

“You are offered proof only once you believe, but if you believe, you can find proof in anything. It is a logical conundrum.” “Faith isn’t about logic, son,” Haddek said. “Perhaps that’s your problem. You cannot disprove the things you study, any more than we can prove to you that the Hero will save us. We simply must believe it,”
― Brandon Sanderson, The Hero of Ages

“The microbes broke it down about as rapidly as it fell, but when there was so much of it that it oversaturated the soil, it became more difficult for plants to survive. In the end, the entire system fell apart. Ash fell so steadily that it smothered and killed, and the world’s plant life died off.”
― Brandon Sanderson, The Hero of Ages

“half a metre from fangs to spinnerets, an arachnophobe’s nightmare”
― Adrian Tchaikovsky, Children of Time