The Human Division (Old Man's War, #5)

by John Scalzi

Old habits died hard.

Captain Sophia Coloma looked every inch of what she was, which was the sort of person who was not here to put up with your shit.

“This is why I like working with you, Captain,” Basquez said, and then turned his attention to one of his engineers, who evidently needed yelling at.

If you want the ship, it’s yours. If you don’t want the ship, it’s still yours. Congratulations.”

“Do your people have racists? People who believe they are inherently superior to all other types of intelligent people?” “We have some,” Sorvalh said. “They’re generally agreed to be idiots.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m finding your advice to be less than one hundred percent helpful,” Wilson said to the groundskeeper.

Personally, I don’t expect much out of other people. But for myself, whenever possible, I try not to be a complete prick.”

But the point is that the past is the past and you let things go because you can’t change them anyway.