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Drac babies are probably the most convenient and considerate infants in the universe. They live off their fat for about three or four Earth weeks, and don't make a mess the entire time.

Then a joy unknowable to the human mind rose up among them, for the sinful oblivion in which God was not known was now overcome, so that human reason, which had been knocked down by the wiles of the devil, had now risen up to the knowledge of God. And through a great blessing the way of truth was now revealed to humankind, who had been led out of death into life.

"What's wrong with me just being me? Everybody in the universe doesn't have to be a damned philosopher, toadface!"... "Davidge, you don't even know your family line past your parents, and now you say you refuse to know that of your universe that you can know. How will you know your place in this existence, Davidge? Where are you? Who are you?"

Well that escalated quickly.

There are two ingredients to an army. One is a sympathetic population... He knew what the second ingredient of an army was. If a population believed in a cause but was too fearful to do anything about it, what they needed was someone to inspire them to bravery. The needed a leader.

We talked of war...

I didn't even know where I was. An island. I had seen that much coming in, but where and in relation to what? Fyrine IV: the planet didn't even rate a name, but was important enough to die over.

Normally punching a superior asshole doesn't look good on one's resumé, but there seem to be circumstances where it can land you a promotion.

I love when the main character changes names in the middle of a book, don't you?

Everyone got settled. Huxley, who was 103 years old, leaned over his cane for a moment, steeling himself for the effort of sitting down. The doctors wanted him to use a wheelchair but he insisted on the cane because, he said, you can't whack people with a wheelchair.