Bean could see the hunger in their eyes. Not the regular hunger, for food, but the real hunger, the deep hunger, for family, for love, for belonging.

All is going well, very well, I couldn’t ask for anything better— So why do I hate my life?

Come into our home, daughters of Earth; dwell in our tunnels, harvest our fields; what we cannot do, you are now our hands to do for us. Blossom, trees; ripen, fields; be warm for them, suns; be fertile for them, planets: they are our adopted daughters, and they have come home.

What a waste of time to be posthumously famous.

In a way she actually preferred Peter to other people because of this. He always acted out of intelligent self-interest.

If you try and lose then it isn't your fault. But if you don't try and we lose, then it's all your fault.

Love is finding that the things you like best about yourself are not in you at all, but in the person who completes you