Record of a Spaceborn Few (Wayfarers, #3)

by Becky Chambers

‘Does what hurt?’ The boy tugged at the edge of his shirt. ‘When you get turned into dirt.’ ‘Oh, no, buddy,’ the man said. He put a reassuring hand on the boy’s back and kissed the top of his head. ‘No, it doesn’t hurt at all.’

learn nothing of your subjects, and you will disrupt them. Learn something of your subjects, and you will disrupt them.

If you never leave, you’ll always wonder. You’ll wonder what your life could’ve been, if you did the right thing.

‘From the ground, we stand. From our ships, we live. By the stars, we hope.’