Quotes from Peter F. Hamilton

Next was Mars, the western edge of the Olympus Mons caldera, roughly twenty-two kilometers above the lowland plains, where geology had spent the last hundred million years quietly rusting the world to its barren death.

How many terrorist attacks have there been in the last fifty years? The last seventy-five, even?" "Not many," Callum agreed grudgingly.

He'd have to fuck her, but it was cheap rent.

Universal law: data wants to be free.

Fancy having to work for a living when you're dead.

He was a huge man, whose sixtieth decade had been stretched out for a punishingly long time by telomere treatments

We all have a bad morning after at some point in our lives.

and you're not a raving hothead about it like all the other hate-the-rich dissenter rabble.

I consider it extremely unlikely. Which I admit sounds like an agnostic answer rather than a definitive atheist assertion.

Thanks to Dybal's recognition gift, his mind perceived her longtalk trying to insinuate itself into his consciousness, a soothing compulsion for him to come to her just as she had suggested. She was trying to dominate him.

Omuta's sun would not flare and rupture, would never endanger life on the planet with waves of heat and radiation. Instead the sun would shrink and collapse into a small black sphere, with every erg of its fusing nuclei lost to the universe for ever.

Carys accepted a glass of white wine from the maidbot

We should take our time and reach the Dyson Pair as we expand naturally, not pull off this crazy Apollo stunt.

The human anal cavity has traditionally been a smuggler favorite for most of our existence on Earth.

One of them is your ex-wife, and we know she didn't do it.

I've studied this city's society closely while I've been here; it's conservative and sliding down the decadence decay curve.

She walked though the broad thoroughfares between them

the newly arrived Ivets being hunted down and killed. Beaten into the mud with makeshift clubs, or gored by baying sayce to the sound of cheers. If they looked through the window at an angle they would be able to see boats of all sizes sailing hurriedly out of the circular polyp harbours for the safety of the water. I hate Adamists, Lori said. Only Adamists could do this to one another. They do it because they don't know one another. They don't love, they can only lust and fear.

There is so much that old Earth's religions have in common; so many identical beliefs and tenets and wisdoms. But their followers are forced apart by names, by priests who have grown decadent and greedy for physical reward. Whole peoples, whole planets who denounce one another so that a few evil men can wear robes of golden cloth.

squadron. If the invaders aren't stopped here, they'll keep on coming after us. Sure we can run, but they'll catch us, if not out in the hinterlands than back at Tranquillity, or even Earth if you want to run that far. But not me. Everyone has to make a stand eventually, and mine is right here. I'm going to find a base and let the ships know.

Why don't Edenists believe, then? Our culture proscribes nothing providing it doesn't harm the majority.

It's not governments I have an issue with—or not the concept of democratic government, anyway. But all we have now is rule by rich people, the ones who keep ninety percent of the world in relative poverty so their unbalanced market can continue paying for a lifestyle of total excess.

Fanatics," Kandara replied automatically. "I'm no longer surprised by what they do, by the misery and suffering they inflict on others. Ideology is a sick-soul-meme; it gnaws basic decency away until you can self-justify the most extreme acts as worthwhile to further the cause. Any cause.

They might be different species, but it was easy enough to see your own kind in a mirror, however great the distortion.