What do your crazy speciests do?” Kizzy asked.Sissix shrugged. “Live on gated farms and have private orgies.”“How is that any different than what the rest of you do?”“We don’t have gates and anybody can come to our orgies.

Ninety percent of all problems are caused by people being assholes.”“What causes the other ten percent?” asked Kizzy.“Natural disasters,” said Nib.

How else could you explain a sapient species that had overpopulated itself to the point of environmental collapse? This was a people that had coupled themselves stupid.

I can wait for the galaxy outside to get a little kinder.

No sapient could sustain happiness all of the time, just as no one could live permanently within anger, or boredom, or grief.

Humans wasted so much time by being redundant.

Perhaps the ache of homesickness was a fair price to pay for having so many good people in her life.