If you're going to make a desperate, hopeless act of defiance you should make it a good one. — Ann Leckie Copy Share Image
If there was anything any Radchaai considered essential for civilised life, it was tea. — Ann Leckie Copy Share Image
What, after all, was the point of civilisation if not the well-being of citizens? — Ann Leckie Copy Share Image
The Romans have provided a lot of writers with a model for various interstellar empires, of course, and no wonder. The Roman Empire is… — Ann Leckie Copy Share Image
“The gender thing is a giveaway, though. Only a Radchaai would misgender people the way you do." I'd guessed wrong. "I can't see under… — Ann Leckie Copy Share Image
“If you’d refused, nothing would have changed, except you’d be dead too. You did what you had to do,” — Ann Leckie Copy Share Image
Unity, I thought, implies the possibility of disunity. Beginnings imply and require endings. — Ann Leckie Copy Share Image
“The single word that directs a person’s fate and ultimately the fates of those she comes in contact with is of course a common… — Ann Leckie Copy Share Image
“I find forgiveness overrated. There are times and places when it’s appropriate. But not when the demand that you forgive is used to keep… — Ann Leckie Copy Share Image
“Ridiculous!" scoffed Anaander. "Translator, ships and stations are not Significant beings, they are my property. I caused them to be built." "I'm given to… — Ann Leckie Copy Share Image
Good necessitates evil and the two sides of that disk are not always clearly marked. — Ann Leckie Copy Share Image
“I saw them all, suddenly, for just a moment, through non-Radchaai eyes, an eddying crowd of unnervingly ambiguously gendered people. I saw all the… — Ann Leckie Copy Share Image
Without feelings insignificant decisions become excruciating attempts to compare endless arrays of inconsequential things. It's just easier to handle those with emotions. — Ann Leckie Copy Share Image
“The smallest, most seemingly insignificant event is part of an intricate whole and to understand why one particular mote of dust falls in one… — Ann Leckie Copy Share Image
