Quotes from James Lovegrove

A feather on a breeze," Wash said, then frowned. "Something like that, at any rate. There may be a better analogy.

The prospect filled him with regret, but a man had to tend to his own garden first before he could tend to the gardens of others.

What few people realized was that, beneath her tough exterior, Zoë was all about love. It was love that made her fight. Love that made her fierce.

They thought of themselves as pure and righteous. They had a kind of holy fervor about them, despite which—or perhaps because of which—they were capable of unholy atrocities.

You saved whomever you could, whenever you could, regardless of their character or their relationship to you. You used heroic measures even for the least heroic individuals.

I fought at Serenity Valley. It ain't about optimism. It's about doin' what's right even when everything's stacked against you.

Mal Reynolds had a real knack of making bad situations worse.

Way I see it, there's two kinds of family. There's the one you're born into and there's the one you gather around you as time goes by. The first kind you've got no say about, and sometimes it ain't quite right for you. You try to be a part of it but you just can't. The second kind, though, you choose.

Maybe Mal Reynolds always needed someone to fight against. He defined himself by what he resisted, and therefore without anything to oppose, he was nothing.

For every person who was alarmed or startled to see an armoured, paramilitary-looking figure rushing past at astonishing speed, there were ten who were simply annoyed or indignant. "Hey, asshole, go shoot your goddamn sci-fi movie somewhere else!" "Extreme sports is California, dude!" "Fuck you, buddy!" New York.

What seems to be the problem?" Book continued. His warm baritone voice was so mellow and reasonable, you could easily imagine yourself sitting up and paying attention as he delivered a sermon in church, and not just that but enjoying it.

The nerve of these folk! Because I am not at my place of business, but rather seemingly at leisure, they treat me as though I am some kind of public pump from which they can draw advice, like water, at will.

This was one of those occasions when discretion was the better part of not getting your face bashed in.

It's what you thought you wanted, but what the heart desires isn't the same as what the heart needs.

This rebellion was as much the Scourers' fault as anyone's. They had sowed oppression and were reaping the whirlwind.

Fair's fair. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a candy for a candy, a penny for your thoughts.

Just tell me this: when did a shipload of criminals, desperadoes, and fugitives become such a bunch of do-gooders?" Inara had the answer. "When their captain showed them how.

But sometimes there's a moral rightness in stupidity. Ever hear of a holy fool?

Our pasts shape us,Sam.None of us the person he or she used to be,it's true, but what we are still contains a great proportion of what we once were.Nothing,not even suffering the worst kind of tragedy,alters us completely.At core,we are set in stone.

We girls aren't supposed to fall for the good boys.We are supposed to like a bit of grit in our oyster.That's how you get a pearl, after all.

Under the stars,I tried to sleep,but for once in my life couldn't.My mutant super power-the ability to nod off at at the drop of a hat,any time,anywhere-had deserted me.

I will endure until the stars wink out & the very last trace of heat ebbs from the cosmos & there is nothing but eternal icy nothingness

The future is a strange monster. The less there is of it, the more it frightens.

The veneration in which some people hold the gods says more about those people than about the gods