Avasarala Quotes

If life transcends death Then I will seek for you there If not, then there too

It'd be a better world if there was always at least one right answer instead of a bucket of fucked." -Chrisjen Avasarala

I still feel haunted,' she said. 'I thought it would go away. I thought if I faced it, it would all go away.' 'It doesn't go away. Ever. But you get better at it.' 'At what?' 'At being haunted,' Avasarala said.

Point of clarification,” Alex said, raising his hand. “We have an apocalypse comin’? Was that a thing we knew about?” “Venus,” Avasarala said. “Oh. That apocalypse,” Alex said, lowering his hand. “Right.

My life has become a single, ongoing revelation that I haven’t been cynical enough.

Avasarala laughed at that. “True. But if he’s sending his hired killer to Earth, we—” “Wait, what?” “If Holden was—” “Forget Holden. You called me his hired killer. Is that how you guys think of me? The killer on Holden’s payroll?” Avasarala frowned. “You’re not?” “Well, mostly I’m a mechanic. But the idea that the UN has a file on me somewhere that lists me as the Rocinante’s killer? That’s kind of awesome.

I’m as surprised as you are,” Avasarala said. “Though I feel like I shouldn’t be. I actually read history. It’s like reading prophecy, you know.

There’s a thing that happens,” Avasarala said, “when unthinkable things become thinkable. We’re in a moment of chaos. Everything’s up for grabs. Legitimacy itself is up for grabs. That’s where we are now.

Reputation never has very much to do with reality. I could name half a dozen paragons of virtue that are horrible, small-souled, evil people. And some of the best men I know, you'd walk out of the room if you heard their names. No one on the screen is who they are when you breathe their air. Chrisjen Avasarala

Holden’s an idiot, but he’s not stupid. If he realizes he’s being watched, he’ll start broadcasting pictures of all our Ganymede sources or something. Do not underestimate his capacity to fuck things up.

We all grieve in our own ways,” Avasarala said. “For what it’s worth, you’ll never kill enough people to keep your platoon from dying. No more than I can save enough people that one of them will be Charanpal.

It’s the reward of old age,” Avasarala said. “You live long enough, and you can watch everything you worked for become irrelevant.” “You’re not selling it,” Drummer said. “Fuck you, then. Die young. See if I care.

It'd be a better world if there was always at least one right answer instead of a basket of fucked.

You’re making a mistake, shithead,” Avasarala said, and dropped the connection.

It keeps people calm. That’s the important thing. Holden thinks he’s a hero, power to the people, information wants to be free blah blah blah, but he’s a fucking moron.” “He’s on his own ship.” Avasarala crossed her arms. “What’s your point?” “He’s on his own ship and we’re not.” “So we’re all fucking morons,” Avasarala said. “Fine.

You fucked your prisoner?” Avasarala said, her expression evenly divided between amusement and disgust. “Nah,” Amos said. “I don’t tend to do that with people I like.

I am declaring this vessel in violation of laws and standards,” Avasarala said. “Cotyar, you’re witness to that.” “As you say, ma’am.” “All right, then. Bobbie. Get me control of this fucking ship.

...and a familiar voice was coming from the terminal, "Going to be monitoring anything we fucking say. If you wanted to discuss menstruation at great length and detail, this is probably our best chance. He's always been squeamish about women. And no one likes a Peeping Tom, even if he is Prime Minister.

Yes, ma’am,” Soren said. “But I was wondering whether you should alert the security service about your decision to clear the sergeant. They do like to be in the loop on that kind of thing.” “Meow meow cry meow meow,” Avasarala said. “That’s all I heard you say.

Avasarala: "... and I understand that you've got a few after-market add-ons?" "Keel-mounted rail gun!" Alex said with a grin. "That scream of overcompensating for tiny, tiny penises, but might prove useful, the mission commander has requested you and your ship, and honestly none of you are worth a wet slap at this point except Ms. Nagata, anyway.

You got it, Chrissie.” “Don’t f***ing call me that. I’m the acting secretary-general of the United Nations, not your favorite stripper.

Son of a f**king whore,” Avasarala said, loud enough to cut through the background buzz of conversations. The crowd turned to her. She was looking at her hand terminal. “What’s a whore, Daddy?” “It’s a kind of frost, honey,” Prax said. “What’s going on?

Any chance you could talk him up at dinner?” Avasarala finished. Bobbie laughed, expecting everyone else to laugh too. Even Cotyar was looking at her as though Avasarala had made a perfectly reasonable request. “Uh, no,” Bobbie said. “Did you say no?” “Yeah, no. Hell no. Fuck no. Nein und abermals nein. Nyet. La. Siei,” Bobbie said, stopping when she ran out of languages. “And I’m actually a little pissed now.” “I’m not asking you to sleep with him.” “Good, because I don’t use sex as a weapon,” Bobbie said. “I use weapons as weapons.

Burton? You make goddamned sure there isn’t any trouble from this, and you get her the fuck off my moon without anyone seeing her.” “You got it, Chrissie.” “Don’t fucking call me that. I’m the acting secretary-general of the United Nations, not your favorite stripper.” Amos spread his hands. “Could be room for both.” Avasarala’s laughter rang out through the dock. The security force broke up, moved on. The loading mechs repositioned. The carts continued on their various paths, busy as a kicked anthill. “I’m glad you made it,” she said when she regained herself. “The universe would be less interesting without you.

Forget Holden. You called me his hired killer. Is that how you guys think of me? The killer on Holden’s payroll?” Avasarala frowned. “You’re not?” “Well, mostly I’m a mechanic. But the idea that the UN has a file on me somewhere that lists me as the Rocinante’s killer? That’s kind of awesome.

Meow meow cry meow meow,” Avasarala said. “That’s all I heard you say.

Always good to have a penis in uniform in thr room," Avasarala said sourly. "God knows, they might not take me seriously otherwise.

Holden almost objected but changed his mind. In the end, it wouldn't matter. Avasarala would believe what she wanted to believe.

She could no more pick out the light of its death than pluck a particular molecule of salt from the ocean, but she knew it was there, and the fact was like a stone in her belly.

La política es una apuesta —explicó Smith—. Y nosotros hacemos todo lo posible para que la suerte esté de nuestro lado. Pero el universo es implacable. «No tiene ni idea —pensó Avasarala—. Los políticos no son más que el lóbulo

Avasarala laughed at that. “True. But if he’s sending his hired killer to Earth, we —” “Wait, what?” “If Holden was —” “Forget Holden. You called me his hired killer. Is that how you guys think of me? The killer on Holden’s payroll?” Avasarala frowned. “You’re not?” “Well, mostly I’m a mechanic. But the idea that the UN has a file on me somewhere that lists me as the Rocinante’s killer? That’s kind of awesome.” “You say that kind of thing, it doesn’t make me think we’re wrong, you know.

Avasarala tried to swallow her impatience. It didn't come naturally.

I still feel haunted," she said. "I thought it would go away. I thought if I faced it, it would all go away." "It doesn't go away. Ever. But you get better at it." "At what?" "At being haunted," Avasarala said.

Fuckers,” Avasarala said. “That’s why they took out the missile. Throw a changeup and let us think it was their fastball.

This attack is the greatest tragedy in human history,” Avasarala said. “They want the belt to rise up so they can hide behind the good, decent people who live there? Belters aren’t thugs, and they aren’t murderers, they are men and women who love their children the same as any of us. They are good and evil and wise and foolish and human, and this Free Navy will never be able to kill enough people to make earth forget that shared humanity. Let the Belt consult its own conscious and you’ll see compassion and decency and kindness flourish in any gravity, or none. Earth has been bloodied, but we will not be debased. Not on my fucking watch.

… you want me to lead it,” Holden said. “Yes,” Avasarala said, “because literally even UN Naval officer who wasn’t dishonorable discharged is suddenly unavailable! For fucks sake, Holden, I have crates of anti-Herpes drugs that are more legitimately UN Navy that you are.” The old woman shook her head in disbelief and disgust. Holden’s scowl was matched by a rising blush. Bobbie tried to hide her laughter, but Alex had to admit it was a little funny. Even if just to himself.

It’s the reward of old age,” Avasarala said. “You live long enough, and you can watch everything you worked for become irrelevant.

I see,” Avasarala said. “And what’s your plan?” Holden barked out a laugh with no humor in it. “Plan? My plan is to die in a ball of superheated plasma.

After I retired, I made him a hobby of mine" "A hobby?" "I'm shitty at quilting. I had to do something.

Probably thinking she needed to be convinced, Bobbie kept talking. “Seriously. Get me a gun, I’m a soldier. Get that suit for me, I’m a superhero.” “If we’ve still got it, you’ll have it.” “All right, then,” Bobbie said. She smiled. For the first time since they’d met, Avasarala was afraid of her. God help whoever makes you put it on.

Always good to have a penis in uniform in the room,” Avasarala said sourly. “God knows they might not take me seriously otherwise.

I’m Bobbie,” Draper said. “Nice to meet you, Bobbie. Come work for me.” “Can I think about it?” “Of course,” Avasarala said, and had her terminal send Bobbie her private number. “So long as when you’re done thinking, you come work for me.

Shit,” Amos said. “And here I was enjoying being so absolutely thumb-up-the-ass useless.” “You want a little ass-play, that’s your business,” Avasarala said.

I love you very much,” Avasarala said. “Knowing you has let me bear the unbearable.” Arjun

Yes, ma’am,” Soren said. “But I was wondering whether you should alert the security service about your decision to clear the sergeant. They do like to be in the loop on that kind of thing.” “Meow meow cry meow meow,” Avasarala said. “That’s all I heard you say.” “Yes, ma’am,” Soren said. Bobbie

I'll do everything I can, but you might just have to settle for being avenged." -Chrisjen Avasarala

Avasarala reached for her hand terminal and opened a connection to Soren. “Ma’am?” “When I said don’t hurry, I didn’t mean you should take the whole fucking day off. My tea?” “Coming, ma’am. I got sidetracked. I have a report for you that might be interesting.” “Less interesting if the tea’s cold,” she said, and dropped the channel.

Son of a fucking whore,” Avasarala said, loud enough to cut through the background buzz of conversations. The crowd turned to her. She was looking at her hand terminal. “What’s a whore, Daddy?” “It’s a kind of frost, honey,” Prax said.

I hate it that people think I did that." Avasarala nodded, then shrugged. "Reputation never has very much to do with reality," she said. "I could name half a dozen paragons of virtue that are horrible, small-souled, evil people. And some of the best men I know, you'd walk out of the room if you heard their names. No one on the screen is who they are when you breathe their air." "Holden," Prax said. "Well. He's the exception." she said.