Drainage tubes ran out of his belly and side, and there was a catheter the size of a pencil coming out his penis. Nothing particularly hurt, so he had to assume he was on pretty nearly all the narcotics there were.

— James S.A. Corey

Either help or give up. Right now devil's advocate is just another name for asshole.

— James S.A. Corey

Every empire grow until its reach exceeds its grasp

— James S.A. Corey

Fayez whistled low. “That is not dead which can eternal lie. Or, y’know, whatever.

— James S.A. Corey

For a moment, his pupils flickered blue, like there were tiny bathypelagic fish swimming in the deep trenches of his eyeballs.

— James S.A. Corey

Fred’s vacuum-rated armor protected him from the smell of viscera, but it reported it to him as a slight increase in atmospheric methane levels. The stench of death reduced to a data point.

— James S.A. Corey

Given their current circumstances, things would have to be very bad indeed for Tilly to think the situation had gotten worse. Sure, they were all trapped in orbit around an alien space station that periodically changed the rules of physics and had killed a bunch of them, but now they’d decided to start shooting each other too. Yes, very bad.

— James S.A. Corey

God save us all from good-looking men.

— James S.A. Corey

He almost blacks out again, but he’s not sure if it’s the stroke or the thrust gravity. He’s pretty sure driving blood pressure higher while having a stroke is considered poor form.

— James S.A. Corey

He'd turned away from a life on basic to live in the stars, or if not the stars, at least the rocks that floated free in the night sky.

— James S.A. Corey