Some see the glass half full, some see it half empty, and some see it crawling with toxic alien parasites who want to devour your pancreas.
The way past despair and false hope is just letting go. It doesn't improve your odds of survival, but it doesn't waste mental energy.
Everyone's life is a mess. Everyone's. We all make mistakes . . . and not just little slip-ups. Major mistakes that hurt us and other people.
Having a perilous adventure is always better than comatose safety. Always, always, always, always, always.
Deliberate choices are the only sacred things in the universe. Everything else is just hydrogen.
Ah, but I am more perceptive than most of the universe. Especially the parts of the universe that are vacuum.
Lawyers will always buckle under to something, whether its bribes, violence, court orders, or the weight of their own bullshit.
You don't free yourself from duty by running away. That only increases the weight on your shoulders.
Fate does not invite ugly boring people to save the world; and if you do try to save the world (without being beautiful, strong, clever, or wise), you will soon die pointlessly and how much adventure is there in that?
Don't be a little paranoid; worry about everything, or let it all go.
That's the first rule of command; be consistent! You can be sadistic, you can be lazy, you can be stupid, but if you're consistent the crew will still let you sit in when they play dominoes.
I hated relying on luck. When it worked, it made me feel so damned eerie.
I do not care about the greatest good for the greatest number . . . Most people are poop-heads I do not care about them at all.
What kind of programmer is so divorced from reality that she thinks she'll get complex software right the first time?
It is strange how the presence of additional people can make you feel more alone.