All These Worlds (Bobiverse, #3)

by Dennis E. Taylor

when you’re immortal, you’re always on the receiving end. It’s just one hit after another.”

Anything can be passed into law. That doesn’t make it right.

“Don’t make the common mistake of thinking your opponents are stupid just because they don’t see things your way, Marcus.

Some people just seemed to want to display their power by defining what others could or couldn’t do.

They’ve been trying to prevent it for long enough that something would happen, or we’d run out of money—”

life goes on, even with the threat of an alien menace.

I supposed this was the same thing people went through when they suddenly realized their parents wouldn’t be around much longer.

Not for the first time, especially recently, I recognized a feeling of despondency. I would have to get that under control. The last thing they needed was to see me giving up hope.

Family. Good, bad, or nasty, you had to deal with them.

Their lives were now less than a footnote in history. As gone, as utterly forgotten as any random individual from the Middle Ages. No longer even a ripple in time, except to the extent that I could keep their memories alive.

It seemed sometimes that life was nothing more than the accumulation of emotional baggage—memories, regrets, and lost opportunities.

I’m tired of always finding myself committed to something. It’s time to cut all ties, just point the bow, and turn on the drive. See what’s out there.”