I hated relying on luck. When it worked, it made me feel so damned eerie.

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.

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.

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.

You don’t free yourself from duty by running away. That only increases the weight on your shoulders.

It is strange how the presence of additional people can make you feel more alone.

What kind of programmer is so divorced from reality that she thinks she'll get complex software right the first time?