You can order the sun to come up if you time it right. — James S. A. Corey

“At least he cares,” Elvi said. “I like him for that.”

“You like everyone,” Fayez teased. It’s your pathology.”

“You don’t like anyone.”

“That’s mine,” he said, grinning.

“Right,” Holden said. “No coffee. This is a terrible, terrible planet.”

From where he was, the fear had stopped being an emotion and turned into an environment.