The world was all mud and wire. The war in the heavens was only a faint imitation of the horror men had learned to make.

Not everyone can stand up and be a hero, Princess. Some prefer to surrender to the inevitable and salve their consciences with the gift of survival.

Every man is the hero of his own song.

Wicked Tribe, Rooling Tribe! is the mejor hacker tribe. Too small, too fast, too scientific!

We tell lies when we are afraid... afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing that we fear grows stronger.

She had to find her own story, and she could make it whatever shape she thought best.

Confident. Cocky. Lazy. Dead.