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“From the ground, we stand. From our ships, we live. By the stars, we hope.”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“The guilt lingered, even so. Ghosts were imaginary, but hauntings were real.”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“Our species doesn’t operate by reality. It operates by stories. Cities are a story. Money is a story. Space was a story, once. A king tells us a story about who we are and why we’re great, and that story is enough to make us go kill people who tell a different story. Or maybe the people kill the king because they don’t like his story and have begun to tell themselves a different one.”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“Kip cleared his throat and gave a brave smile. ‘We destroyed our world,’ he said, ‘and left it for the skies. Our numbers were few. Our species had scattered. We were the last to leave. We left the ground behind. We left the oceans. We left the air. We watched these things grow small. We watched them shrink into a point of light. As we watched, we understood. We understood what we were. We understood what we had lost. We understood what we would need to do to survive. We abandoned more than our ancestors’ world. We abandoned our short sight. We abandoned our bloody ways. We made ourselves anew.’ He spread his hands, encompassing the gathered. ‘We are the Exodus Fleet. We are those that wandered, that wander still. We are the homesteaders that shelter our families. We are the miners and foragers in the open. We are the ships that ferry between. We are the explorers who carry our names. We are the parents who lead the way. We are the children who continue on.’ He picked up his scrib from the podium. ‘What is his name?”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“The only way to really appreciate your way is to compare it to somebody else's way. 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. If you stay, stay because you want to, because you've found something here worth embodying, because you believe in it. Otherwise...well, there's no point in being here at all, is there?”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“We are the wealthiest species alive today. We want for nothing. Without us, there would be no tunnels, no ambi, no galactic map. But we achieved these things through subjugation. Violence. We destroyed entire worlds - entire species. It took a galactic war to stop us. We learned. We apologized. We changed. But we can't give back the things we took. We're still benefiting from them, and others are still suffering from actions centuries old. So, are we worthy? We, who give so much only because we took so much?”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“From the stars, came the ground. From the ground, we stood. To the ground, we return”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“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”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“Academic prowess and base intelligence are two separate things.”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“We are a longstanding species with a very short memory. If we don’t keep record, we’ll make the same mistakes over and over again.”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“Was there any day for her that would not involve the same schedule, the same faces, the same tasks? What was better –a constant safeness that never grew and never changed, or a life of reaching, building, striving, even though you knew you’d never be completely satisfied?”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“My own research methodology professor phrased this concept succinctly: learn nothing of your subjects, and you will disrupt them. Learn something of your subjects, and you will disrupt them.”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“We’re meant to go. And we’re meant to stay. Stay and go, each as much as the other. It’s not all or nothing anymore. We’re all over the place. That’s better, I think. That’s smarter.’ He nodded. ‘That’s how we’ll survive, even if not all of us do.”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“We’re made out of our ancestors. They’re what keep us alive.”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“I am seventy-nine years old. If I want dessert twice ... I get dessert twice.”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“We're our own warning.”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“What was better – a constant safeness that never grew and never changed, or a life of reaching, building, striving, even though you knew you’d never be completely satisfied?”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“Amias Mitchell,’ Kip said. ‘Born aboard the Asteria. Forty Solar days of age as of GC standard day 211/310. He is now, and always, a member of our Fleet. By our laws, he is assured shelter and passage here. If we have food, he will eat. If we have air, he will breathe. If we have fuel, he will fly. He is son to all grown, brother to all still growing. We will care for him, protect him, guide him. We welcome you, Amias, to the decks of the Asteria, and to the journey we take together.’ He spoke the final words now, and the room joined him. ‘From the ground, we stand. From our ships, we live. By the stars, we hope.”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“From the stars, came the ground. From the ground, we stood. To the ground, we return.”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“A complicated job, but not a taxing one, and one where you could count on most days going exactly the way you’d thought they’d go when you woke up. Compared to the constant familial chaos of home, she valued that.”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“They climbed up the crane’s service ladder, then clambered along the fat metal supports. The crane was way taller than it had looked from the floor, and Kip was a little scared–not like scared scared, he wasn’t a baby–but the climb wasn’t hard. It was kind of like the obstacle course at the playground, only way bigger. Besides, he was with his dad. If Dad said it was okay, it was okay. The other people already on the crane smiled at them. ‘Pull up a seat,’ one lady shouted. Dad laughed. ‘Don’t mind if we do.’ He swung himself into an empty spot. ‘Come on, Kip.”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“Our species doesn't operate by reality. It operates by stories.”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“Rarely in history had things turned out well for people who chose to lock themselves away”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“We destroyed our world,’ she said, ‘and left it for the skies. Our numbers were few. Our species had scattered. We were the last to leave. We left the ground behind. We left the oceans. We left the air. We watched these things grow small. We watched them shrink into a point of light. As we watched, we understood. We understood what we were. We understood what we had lost. We understood what we would need to do to survive. We abandoned more than our ancestors’ world. We abandoned our short sight. We abandoned our bloody ways. We made ourselves anew.”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“but she was glad the majority of her neighbours shared her view that practicality became dreary if you didn’t balance it out properly.”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“Do you know,’ Isabel said with a grin, ‘that during late pregnancy, sometimes you can see the baby’s features pressing through the mother’s skin?’ The Harmagian’s eyestalks gave a slight pull downwards. ‘… not the face.’ ‘Sometimes the face.’ Ghuh’loloan made a sound of good-humoured revulsion. ‘My dear Isabel, I really do recommend that your species try spawning like normal people do. It is far, far less disturbing.”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“Devastatingly,’ M Aksoy said. ‘That’s a better translation. Devastatingly hot. I don’t know if they’re any good, but if you like them, you know where to trade for more.’ ‘Thanks, M,’ Ras said. ‘Yeah, thanks, M,’ said Kip.”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“There it was again – that tiredness, that nameless tiredness. It wasn’t lack of sleep, or overwork, or because anything was wrong.”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“hard work keeps you honest. Keeps your head on straight.”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
“Comforts are not bad things, not by base. There's nothing wrong with wanting to make life easier. [...] The comforts we've invented - or that our neighbours have invented - can become bad if you don't always, always ask what the potential consequences could be. Many of our people skip that step. Many - not all, but many - leave here and are too eager to change their story. [...] But I worry about those who think adopting someone else's story means abandoning their own.”
Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few

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