We Travel the Spaceways (Black Stars, #6)

by Victor LaValle

Of course, I know the cans and bottles themselves aren’t important. They’re vessels. But aren’t we all?

Finally found the pastor’s office. In here, they spared no expense. If I could’ve sold his wooden desk, I might’ve paid for a six-month stay in a hotel room. I could’ve slept in a place with a mattress and a reliable shower, and instead this man had a fancy place to set his papers.

“You just saved my life,” I told her. She raised both eyebrows. “Is that good news or bad news?”

Each of us gets the job that suits us. You have been used to hearing the voices others can’t hear. They called you crazy for it, but you were just more aware. That’s why you’re the Signalman.

Someone used to navigating between a world where they’re understood and a world where they’re misjudged. Someone like me. That’s why I’m the Pilot.