Quotes from Tim Lebbon

Hold onto your dicks." "We don't all have dicks, dickhead," Kasyanov muttered.

Hoop nodded. "Everything's good." "For now," Ripley said. "Only for now. Nothing stays good for long. Not ever.

On the way there hoop had talked to him about pain, telling him that it was a fleeting thing, a physical reaction to damage that he knew would do him no harm, and that afterward he wouldn't actually be able to remember what the pain. Had felt like.

Oh man," Powell said, laughing in disbelief. "Do they fire lightning out of their asses, too? Do they cum nuclear jelly? What else, huh?

She saw an alien bearing down and clasping her to its chest, that long curved head raising, mouth sprouting the silvery, deadly teeth that would smash through her skull and free her at last from her nightmares.

She fell, rolled, kicked out with one boot. The alien tripped over her leg and went sprawling, spilling one queen's egg onto its side. Ripley screamed in pain as her wounded leg was jarred, but then she was standing again, aiming the charge thumper and firing her last shot into the monster's face.

Maybe somewhere on the Nostromo there had been a similar scene, with Dallas hanging there, stuck in place like the victim in a massive spider's dense webbing.

I know I am an android, but I feel so ... happy.

quickly the fear was replaced with rage.

Humans crave knowledge, and when that craving ends, we are no longer human.

Voyaging great distances – through forests, from island to island, across plains and into the mountains – is all about finding ourselves.

She had already contacted her Peacemaker to ensure that everything there was as it should be. Ironholgs had spat and buzzed as if annoyed at being disturbed, but all was well. She yearned to be back in the ship, alone.

Right then, the future was barely an hour long.

Maybes. Possibles. Don't knows.

The head was an old rook's nest which Francis had fetched down from a tree. It had taken her a whole morning to climb, extract the nest from its twisted bindings and transfer it down, relatively whole and undamaged. She filled holes with moss, and stuffed its insides with a bracken brain. 

At the heart of any poor soul not at one with the Force, there is only void. —Unknown Je'daii, 2,545 TYA (Tho Yor Arrival)

Most humans she knew were badly damaged individuals.

Damn fine ship's cat you are.

This was a danger beyond humanity, one that had existed since long before humans even knew what the stars were.

It was strange. I was already looking at something as it had been. History looked so calm.

Relying on oneself is too much of an alien concept for so many. That is why millions have died.

To the discovered, the discoverer can be a god.

The world had shrugged at him and revealed its indifference.

But one thing we've always agreed on is that there's no politics or religion in science. No boundaries. Secrecy benefits states, but shared knowledge is the way forward for mankind.