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The more foolproof you think something is, the worse the failure when it happens.

He understood the phenomenon, of how almost dying made you appreciate what life had to offer. And it was a potent drug, that feeling. Battle was not glorious. But surviving it? That was.

“The rules are different for rich men,” he said. “Always have been.”

“How interesting,” Kay said. “The human capacity for denial sometimes seems to be quite large.”

“Ain’t that the truth.”

Death came for all, and it was never a matter of “if,” only “when.”

“We aren’t looking for trouble.”

“Doesn’t mean you won’t find it.”

He had thought about it. Mostly, after the fantasies, he had let it go. It was done, history. No point in bumping into the furniture while looking back over your shoulder.

What they don’t know won’t hurt us...

Why is it people like us have to be the galaxy’s conscience?”

“If you can see a problem, and you have the ability to fix it, it becomes your responsibility. It’s always been that way.”

Well. You were allowed to be young and stupid, when you were young and stupid, and if it didn’t do you in, you might get older and wiser.

Desire, she realized, was a thick fog that could completely obscure reality.

War had a way of making carpe diem seem valid no matter what you wanted to seize...