Quotes from Martha Wells

She was beginning to recognize it as the feeling of anger taken to such a level it was no longer possible to separate it from any other emotion or thought. In a way, it was a liberating sensation.

You're all idiots," Stone said, gave Bramble a shove to the head, and walked out. Bramble slumped and sighed in relief. "Stone still loves us.

And "weak" wasn't really the right word for what Shade meant. What he was trying to say was harder to express. It was giving in to feelings other people thought you were supposed to have about things that shouldn't have happened to you in the first place, but were not like the actual feelings you did have. There wasn't a word for that in Raksuran or Altanic or Kedaic or any other language Moon knew. Moon said, "It's not weak." The

But media would calm me down, and I wanted to stay angry.

SecUnits aren't sentimental about each other. We aren't friends, the way the characters on the serials are, or the way my humans were. We can't trust each other, even if we work together. Even if you don't have clients who decide to entertain themselves by ordering their SecUnits to fight each other.

There were three SecUnits who were not me on this planet, and that was dangerous enough.

It must be hard to respect other people's privacy when you've had to fight and scheme for every minute of your own. Hard not to be paranoid when you remember all the times your paranoia was justified.

I wouldn't bother searching the small storage spaces until we got down to the looking-for-all-the-body-parts phase.

Look, if there were space monsters, they probably wouldn't need a pressurized environment, right?

I wanted to pick it up and have an emotion over it like a stupid human.

In the bot-fighting business, small mistakes like that get you torn apart.

And it also told me I was going to need to go old school to break this fucker.

Sometimes you have to look into every possibility, even the dumb ones.

Morane gestured them to some seats near the front, but close to the archway. Probably Nicholas's preference, in case someone threw a bomb. Or in case he decided to throw one.

Nobody was touching my humans. To make sure of that I had to kill these two rogue Units. I could have pulled out at this point, sabotaged the hoppers, and got my humans out of there, leaving the rogue Units stuck on the other side of an ocean; that would have been the smart thing to do.

One of the Albons thought he should deliver his message in person, Sir, but some of the men pointed out that he was mistaken." "Did they throw him down the stairs?" "A little, yes.

I've had clients who thought they needed an absurd level of security. (And I'm talking absurd even by my standards, and my code was developed by a bond company known for intense xenophobic paranoia, tempered only by desperate greed.)

But the company would access all those recordings and data mine them for anything they could sell. No, they don't tell people that. Yes, everyone does know it. No, there's nothing you can do about it.

Why does it look like a person?" I said, "I ask myself that sometimes." Over the comm loudspeaker, Dr. Ratthi said, "It is a person!" In the background, I heard Overse whisper, "Ratthi, get off the comm!

In a voice soft and deep as night, she said, "Where is he?" Moon's breath caught in his chest. Leaving, he thought, turning for the door. He would have made it, but Stone was fast even as a groundling, and caught his wrist.

Fairly reasonable people often expected everyone they knew to be fairly reasonable too, and were shocked when this proved not to be the case.

Join the Rienish navy. See unusual sights. Never sleep with the lights out again.

It looked very unrealistic and inaccurate, which was exactly what I liked.

The station approach traffic was heavy, and we were showing a twenty-seven-minute docking delay. Twenty-seven minutes was more than enough time for me to do something stupid.