Like how stars might sound. Or moons But not mountains. Too floaty for mountains. It's a sound like one planet singing to another, high stretched and full of different voices starting at different notes and sloping down to other different notes but all weaving together in a rope of sound that's sad but not sad and slow but not slow and all singing one word. One word.

The ability to make fire at will. It allowed us light to see in the darkness, warmth against the cold, a tool to cook our food.’ He gestured vaguely in the direction of the Delta’s engines. ‘Fire is what eventually led to travel across the black beyond, the ability to start a new life on a New World.

Midnight passes and I'm twenty-five days and a million years from becoming a man.

...That it's making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?" ~pg 423

Now that I've seen her, I can't stop seeing her.

Know yourself and go in swinging, if it hurts when you hit, it might be real, too.

People say they want freedom, but what they really want is freedom from worry. If I take care of their problems, they don't mind being told what to do.