James S.a. Corey said this quote

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

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

~ James S.a. Corey

In the artifacts that are conscious, memories of vanished lives still flicker. Tissues that were changed without dying hold the moment that a boy heard his sister was leaving home. They hold multiplication tables. They hold images of sexuality and violence and beauty. They hold the memories of flesh that no longer exists. They hold metaphors: mitochondria, starfish, Hitler’s-brain-in-a-jar, hell realm. They dream. Structures that were neurons twitch and loop and burn and dream. Images and words and pain and fear, endless.

~ James S.a. Corey

War without end. Well, what was history without that? And how would having the stars change anything?

~ James S.a. Corey