James Alan Gardner (born January 10, 1955) is a Canadian science fiction author.
You don’t free yourself from duty by running away. That only increases the weight on your shoulders.
That's the first rule of command; be consistent! You can be sadistic, you can be lazy, you can be stupid, but if you're consistent the crew will still let you sit in when they play dominoes.
It is strange how the presence of additional people can make you feel more alone.
Lawyers will always buckle under to something, whether its bribes, violence, court orders, or the weight of their own bullshit.
Don't be a little paranoid; worry about everything, or let it all go.
Fate does not invite ugly boring people to save the world; and if you do try to save the world (without being beautiful, strong, clever, or wise), you will soon die pointlessly and how much adventure is there in that?
I do not care about the greatest good for the greatest number. . . Most people are poop-heads I do not care about them at all.
What kind of programmer is so divorced from reality that she thinks she'll get complex software right the first time?
Some see the glass half full, some see it half empty, and some see it crawling with toxic alien parasites who want to devour your pancreas.
Ah, but I am more perceptive than most of the universe. Especially the parts of the universe that are vacuum.
Everyone's life is a mess. Everyone's. We all make mistakes. . . and not just little slip-ups. Major mistakes that hurt us and other people.
I hated relying on luck. When it worked, it made me feel so damned eerie.
Having a perilous adventure is always better than comatose safety. Always, always, always, always, always.
Deliberate choices are the only sacred things in the universe. Everything else is just hydrogen.
The way past despair and false hope is just letting go. It doesn't improve your odds of survival, but it doesn't waste mental energy.