No one can blather on like a holy man with a trapped audience. Well, maybe a politician.

You're the predator right up until you're prey.

Too many dots," Miller said. "Not enough lines.

No rest for the wicked, no peace for the good.

There's a right thing to do," Holden said. "You don't have a right thing, friend," Miller said. "You've got a whole plateful of maybe a little less wrong.

Stars are better off without us.

And ... and what is civilisation if it isn't people talking to each other over a goddamned beer?