A few generations living and dying without a sky, and enclosed spaces lost the atavistic terror of premature burial.

— James S.A. Corey

All nature was a record of crisis and destruction and adaptation and flourishing and being knocked back down again. What had happened on New Terra was singular and concrete, but the pattern it was part of seemed to apply everywhere and maybe always?

— James S.A. Corey

And somehow, that changed everything about sex. The movements might all be the same, but the desire to communicate affection rather than demonstrate prowess changed what everything meant.

— James S.A. Corey

A near-fatal case of scurvy being the only reason I can imagine drinking something with grapefruit juice in it.

— James S.A. Corey

A woman's voice ululated on the sound system, somewhere between an Islamic call to prayer and orgasm with a drumbeat.

— James S.A. Corey

Aw, you goddamned bastards! They're shootin' him while he's down! Son of a bitch!" The ship stopped moving, and Alex said in a quiet voice, "Suck on this, asshole." The ship vibrated for half a second, then paused before continuing toward the lock." Point defense cannons?" Holden asked." Summary roadside justice," Alex grunted back.

— James S.A. Corey

Because we can't just blow up enough things that this becomes a good situation.

— James S.A. Corey

But we don’t run on facts. We run on stories about things. About people.

— James S.A. Corey

By the time the Somnambulist had set her creaking bones to rest on their assigned landing pad, Holden had lost all patience with human stupidity. So, of course, it came out to meet him.

— James S.A. Corey

Dead’s not good, but at least it’s simple.

— James S.A. Corey