The Galaxy, and the Ground Within (Wayfarers, #4)

by Becky Chambers

This was a place to be used, not lived in.

but there were some areas in which individuality stopped being a virtue and became more of a game of chance.

Sometimes all you could do was make it work.

What’s the fun in only making things for other people to enjoy?’

There was only one absolute in the universe, Roveg was (relatively) sure of, and that was the fact that there were no absolutes.

Life was fluid, gradient, ever shifting.

Comfort, however, was not the same as peace.

‘True, but that’s a reason, not an excuse.’

You know how they say that making plans is the best way to be sure they won’t happen?

Life was just a bunch of tiny steps, one after another, each a conclusion that lead to a dozen questions more.