The rich scent of well-balanced soil was like incense. - James S. A. Corey

When we get out," she said. "Not if. When. We're going to need a plan. If every ship just bolts off on its own, we'll lose contact. They shouldn't know where we went, but we should. At the very least, we should have a record of who went where. This every-man-for-himself-and-God-against-all shit's romantic, but we have to plan for something past just this.

That kind of attention changes people, and it don’t make them better.

All the food chemists in the system will never do better than evolution at making a decent tea leaf.