Peter F. Hamilton

But to have dreamed the dream is to have flown above the mountains so high in all but deed.

Mockery; the righteousness of fools everywhere.

Annabelle was a damn fine notch on your bedpost.

One of the reasons she’d never quite made it to supermodel status was her generous bust size.

Even Sue was impressed by how quickly he slid from reasonable human being to petulant teenage grouch.

Well, just remember, babies are God’s way of persuading parents to have teenagers.

Your generation, always want the capital letters, never the subtext. You don’t learn to read properly, that’s the trouble. And don’t start telling me you’ve accessed books. I’m talking about the real thing, good solid paper that you can hold in your hand, and bend the page corners the way you’re not supposed to.

I believe that intelligence and rationality will always be primary no matter what shape sentient creatures take. To not think that would be to doubt the value of life itself.

It was the sort of review board that Jeff thoroughly disapproved of; hands-on bureaucratic interference in university and agency programs always lead to pure science being impoverished.

Jeff didn’t blame Dr. Sperber, but he’d been around long enough to know how the information would be used, twisted, sanitized, controlled, released in a way that left Brussels devoid of responsibility. That was the way of all government and politicians; it was never their fault.

“I look young, almost as young as you lot; but the real difference between us is cynicism. You don’t have any, while I’ve got a ton of it.”

“I’m cynical, Philip protested. “I don’t believe a word politicians say.”

“That’s not cynicism,” Sophie said. “That’s just common sense.”

“They lied!”

“Of course they lied. They’re politicians, it’s what they do.”