James S.A. Corey Quotes

It’s herding kittens. If kittens had a lot of guns and an overdose of neo-Libertarian property theory.

You’re too old for fairy tales,” Baasen said.

The only right you have with anyone in life is to the right to walk away.

That's what it's come to, Miller thought, rubbing a hand across his chin. Pogroms after all. Cut off just a hundred more heads, just a thousand more heads, just ten thousand more heads, and then we'll be free.

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.

This was especially true in some millennialist sects that filled their literature with paintings of Armageddon. Pictures of terrified people running away from some formless fiery doom that burned their world down behind them, while smug worshipers—of the correct religion, of course—watched from safety as God got with the smiting.

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

They loved scenes of righteous Godly vengeance on sinful mankind. They loved to show God’s chosen people safe from harm, watching with happy faces as they were proved right to the world. But they never showed the aftermath. They never showed weeping humans, crushed and dying in pools of their own fluids. Young men smashed into piles of red flesh. A young woman cut in half because she was passing through a hatchway when catastrophe hit. This was Armageddon. This is what it looked like. Blood and torn flesh and cries for help.