Record of a Spaceborn Few (Wayfarers, #3)

by Becky Chambers

running was the only speed Aya knew.

There was no wind here, no rain. The air moved because Humans told it to, and maybe in that, it had lost something along the way.

‘I am seventy-nine years old. If I want dessert twice . . . I get dessert twice.’

practicality became dreary if you didn’t balance it out properly.

Ghosts were imaginary, but hauntings were real.

Figure out what you love, specifically. In detail. Figure out what you want to keep. Figure out what you want to change. Otherwise, it’s not love. It’s clinging to the familiar – to the comfortable – and that’s a dangerous thing for us short-term thinkers to do.

I don’t know how to have this conversation.’ Pop sipped and exhaled, same as he had every sip before. ‘One word in front of the other is how I do it.’