Becky Chambers

No sapient could sustain happiness all of the time, just as no one could live permanently within anger, or boredom, or grief.

That's not the same. What happened to you, to your species, it's... it doesn't even compare.''Why? Because it's worse?'She nodded.'But it still compares. If you have a fractured bone, and I've broken every bone in my body, does that make your fracture go away? Does it hurt you any less, knowing that I am in more pain?''No, but that's

I love learning. I love history. But there's history in everything. Every building, everybody you talk to. It's not limited to libraries and museums. I think people who spend their lives in school forget that sometimes. -Tak

There are few better ways to get to know how a species thinks than to learn their art.

Perhaps the ache of homesickness was a fair price to pay for having so many good people in her life.

Nobody should be alone," Sissix said. "Being alone and untouched...there's no punishment worse than that. And she's done nothing wrong. She's just different.

Um, right, okay. Have you taken any courses in interspatial manipulation? Probably not, huh?___an__ say that I have.___pace-time topology?___ope.___ransdimensional theory?__osemary made an apologetic face.__ww!_ said Kizzy, clasping her hands over her heart. __ou__e a physics virgin!

All the things I__e done to my body, I__e done out of love.

Tweaking your body , it's all about trying to make your physical self fit with who you are inside

Humans wasted so much time by being redundant.

Perhaps stars were supposed to be viewed from the ground.

She would never, ever understand the idea that a child, especially an infant, was of more value than an adult who had already gained all the skills needed to benefit the community. The death of potential was somehow worse than a loss of achievement and knowledge was something she had never been able to wrap her brain around.

To some Humans, the promise of a patch land was worth any effort. It was an oddly predictable sort of behavior. Humans had a long, storied history of forcing their way into places where they didn't belong.

Feelings are relative. And at the root, they're all the same, even if they grow from different experiences and exist on different scales.