“The window is open until the window is closed, he’d say, and then push Prax to do a little more, to find a way to think when he was too tired or sick or in pain to think. He’d learned to make lists, notes, outlines. By capturing his fleeting thoughts, he could drag himself to clarity like a mountain climber inching toward a summit.”
―
James S.A. Corey,
Caliban's War