Record of a Spaceborn Few (Wayfarers, #3)

by Becky Chambers

‘Knowledge should always be free,’ she said. ‘What people do with it is up to them.’

The guilt lingered, even so. Ghosts were imaginary, but hauntings were real.

‘Either we are all worthy of the Commons, dear Tamsin, or none of us are.’

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.

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