Best 16 quotes of Martha Wells on MyQuotes

Flower lifted a brow, dubious. 'You have to pay for a place to be dead in?' Moon shrugged. 'Sometimes, in cities. It’s a groundling thing.

Annoying people is something of a talent of mine. I gave it up for a while, but lately it's started to come back to me.

Gurathin turned to me. "So you don't have a governor module, but we could punish you by looking at you." I looked at him. "Probably, right up until I remember I have guns built into my arms.

I could have become a mass murderer after I hacked my governor module, but then I realized I could access the combined feed of entertainment channels carried on the company satellites. It had been well over 35,000 hours or so since then, with still not much murdering, but probably, I don't know, a little under 35,00 hours of movies, serials, books, plays, and music consumed. As a heartless killing machine, I was a terrible failure.

I hate having emotions about real humans instead of fake ones, it just leads to stupid moments like this.

I liked the imaginary people on the entertainment feed way more than I liked real ones, but you can’t have one without the other.

I'm tired of entirely new things," Tremaine said. "I don't understand most of the old things yet.

I really needed to get around to setting that one-second delay on my mouth.

I said, "Sometimes people do things to you that you can't do anything about. You just have to survive it and go on.

I wanted to just sink into my media downloads for a while and pretend I didn't exist.

I was having an emotion, and I hate that.

Not every problem can be solved by you trying to get yourself killed.

Octave staggered to his feet, his stick swinging back to point toward Nicholas. He felt a wave of heat and saw spellfire crackle along the length of polished wood, preparing itself for another explosive burst. Crack was moving toward Octave, but Madeline shouted, "Get back!" Nicholas ducked, as a shot exploded behind him. Octave fell backward on the carpet and the blue lightning flared once and vanished with a sharp crackle. Nicholas looked at Madeline. She stepped forward, holding a small double-action revolver carefully and frowning down at the corpse. He said, "I wondered what you were waiting for." "You were in my line of fire, dear," she said, preoccupied. "But look.

She was beginning to recognize it as the feeling of anger taken to such a level it was no longer possible to separate it from any other emotion or thought. In a way, it was a liberating sensation.

So the plan wasn't a clusterfuck, it was just circling the clusterfuck target zone, getting ready to come in for a landing.

Why is this ship so old and shitty?