You couldn't be that good and not know it, somewhere in your secret heart, however much you'd been abused into affecting public humility.

An honor is not diminished for being shared.

Miles exhaled carefully, faint with rage and reminded grief. He does not know, he told himself. He cannot know... "Ivan, one of these days somebody is going to pull out a weapon and plug you, and you're going to die in bewilderment, crying, "What did I say? What did I say?" "What did I say?" asked Ivan indignantly.

Endure pain, find joy, and make your own meaning, because the universe certainly isn't going to supply it.

One learns better than to hand one's choices to fear. With age, with every wound and scar, one learns.

When you can’t do something truly useful, you tend to vent the pent up energy in something useless but available, like snappy dressing.

It's an ancient and honorable term for the final step in any engineering project. Turn it on, see if it smokes.