And I look at Harley, and the billions of stars are in his eyes, and he’s drinking them up, pouring them into his soul.

I realize the simple truth is that power isn’t control at all- power is strength, and giving that strength to others. A leader isn’t someone who forces others to make him stronger; a leader is...

Maybe one day the smears of paint Harley left throughout Godspeed will fade, and maybe the stars never will, but i’d rather have Harley’s colors.

I’m sorry.’ The two most inadequate words in the English language.

What matters right now is this: we’re each of us standing here, together, alive, together.

(D)reams are like that: they go in and out of memories and scenes, but they’re never real. They’re never real, and I hate them because they aren’t.

More than the sound of my own beating heart, I miss the sound of a ticking clock. Time passes. It must pass….

But Amy,” Elder says. “Space suits!

I can think of nothing but the stars. It is like a piece of my soul had been lost, empty, and it is now filled with the light of a million stars. They are all...

Who are the real monsters?

…that was before I’d started thinking about how life stuck on a ship wouldn’t be so bad if Elder walked around pantless more.

Im here and he’s not. That I’m alive and he’s…

If I can only see him in madness, is it worth trying to hold onto sanity?

I wrote a book. It sucked. I wrote nine more books. They sucked, too. Meanwhile, I read every single thing I could find on publishing and writing, went to conferences, joined professional organizations, hooked up...

Amy pulls away and looks into my face. Her pale skin is blotchy red, her eyes are veined and shadowed, and a shiny line of snot trickles from her nose to the top of her...

Sometimes home is a person.

Power isn’t control at all — power is strength, and giving that strength to others. A leader isn’t someone who forces others to make him stronger; a leader is someone willing to give his strength...

Choice or no, my heart is his.

Elder mocked me for praying once, and i spent an hour berating him for that. He ended up throwing up his hands, laughing, and telling me i could believe whatever i wanted if i was...

I am as silent as death. Do this: Go to your bedroom. Your nice, safe, warm bedroom that is not a glass coffin behind a morgue door. Lie down on your bed not made of...

Well, sometimes home is a person.

He’s the only stable thing in the swirling chaos.

Is almost a good enough reason for fear ?

I feel alone.I don’t mean i feel lonely; I mean i feel alone, the same way i feel the blanket resting on my body, or the feathers of my pillow under my head, or the...

People are, at their heart, constantly moving toward a state of entropy. Much like this ship. We’re all spiraling out of control.

I will never, never be the same.I have seen stars.Real stars.

I stare at the stars… And even though there are so many and they look so close together, I know they are light years apart. The glitter in the sky looks as if I could...

A leader doesn’t make pawns – he makes people.

The glitter in the sky looks as if I could scoop it all up in my hands and let the stars swirl and touch one another but they are so distant so very far apart...