Dan Simmons
- Hyperion
For years I have carried on silent conversations with Siri, framing questions to myself for future discussion with her, and it suddenly strikes me with cold clarity that we will never again sit and talk. An emptiness begins to grow inside me.
Unknown author
- Sailor's Prayer
Sailors belong on ships, ships belong at sea. Haze grey and underway's the only way to be. God is good, all the time. One day gone, one day closer to home. Hoo-raa.