Quotes by Sam Starbuck

Do you always try to upset the world as much as possible? Clare asked.He gave her a surprised look. Of course. Otherwise how does anything change?

Miss Fields, said a servant, stepping into the room and closing the door, There is a visitor for you. Are you in?Clare blinked. Yes, obviously.Ah. Miss Fields, I should advise -- you may be in without being in, if you prefer, he said, offering her a tray. There was a calling card on it; Arthur Conan Doyle, Edinburgh.

Do Engineers have stories, Jack? he asked. What? Jack said, without moving.Stories. Myths. Things to keep the boredom out on a long shift.I think they play cards, mostly, Jack answered. It was a lie, but he told it with surprising deftness; not a waver in his voice or a hesitation in his words. Only the tightening of his shoulders told Ellis he was lying.

Trains are beautiful. They take people to places theyve never been, faster than they could ever go themselves. Everyone who works on trains knows they have personalities, theyre like people. They have their own mysteries.

You must live a very free life.Me? she laughed. I am not who swoops out of the sky to rain fire on pirates!Yeah, but before this I never did much. I mean I did a lot, but...I lived in a room at a university, and my whole world was in that little room. There was this world inside my head.De la Fitte studied his head as if she could see through his skull to a little globe inside it somewhere.

You say great artists sell their souls for their art?Maybe, she ventured.Thats true, I suppose. If youre doing it right, anyway. Ive probably sold mine. Jacks certainly sold his. And you, I imagine.I have not! she said, anger showing clear in her eyes. Not literally, he said hastily. But we give up being a person to be an artist, dont we?

I mean it. Aside from the old coastal cities, which in Australia are still very young themselves, what you have is a vast stretch of wilderness, wholly natural, with all the horror that nature brings to the table when she dines.You make it sound like well barely survive, Clare said.Oh, Im sure we will, at least the journey to Port Darwin. From there we wont have to struggle with anything more lethal than a train carriage, I hope. My point is that this is a young country in an old land. And those who dont walk with respect in the wilderness do have a tendency to get eaten.

We [artists] arent people, not the way most people are. Were just...carriers. Little boats bringing goods from foreign lands.

Life, Graveworthy said, when he saw Jack was awake and staring at him, is a series of desperate gambles and boxing matches for the wits, bookended on the one side by events in which one is shot at, and on the other end by mornings like this.