539 Quotes by James S.A. Corey

Things change,” Alex said. “And they don’t change back,” she.

The second corpse sat up and then stood, clutching her belly. A man stepped into the frame, a gun in his hand, healing her by sucking the bullet from her guts. They argued, grew calm, parted peaceably.

Seemed like a fact of the universe that the closer you got to anything, the worse it looked. Take the most beautiful person in the solar system, zoom in on them at the right magnification and they were an apocalyptic cratered landscape crawling with horrors. That’s.

Live like you’re dead.

Reputation never has very much to do with reality.

I thought if you told people facts, they’d draw their conclusions, and because the facts were true, the conclusions mostly would be too. But we don’t run on facts. We run on stories about things.

The boys spoke in loud, angry voices about tyranny and freedom. The girls watched the boys strut. The ancient, animal story, the same whether it was on a spinning rock surrounded by hard vacuum or the stamp-sized chimpanzee preserves on Earth. Even in the Belt, youth brought invulnerability, immortality, the unshakable conviction that for you, things would be different.

That’s what the Earth was. A shining jewel from space, up close a blasted landscape covered with mites living by devouring the dying.

She was not a political creature. She felt that politics was the second most evil thing humanity had ever invented, just after lutefisk.