This was truly magical. I don't know why I love this, but I do. Maybe in a sense the same as why the astronauts can't stop looking down to Earth, and don't know why. It is very introspective, deep thoughts about what it is to be you, what it means to be human, the connection with the Earth.
orbit 5
you must never forget the price that humanity pays for its moments of glory, because humanity doesn't know when to stop it doesn't know when to call it a day, so be wary
Being in space is normaly described as the ultimate excitement, controling your spacecraft, everything done in split seconds. This is the only book I know where being an astronaut is portrait as utterly boring, a life of chores and lists.
orbit 7
they might listen to the news and feel instantly tired or impatient. The stories a litany of accusation, angst, anger, slander, scandal that speaks a language both too simple and too complex, a kind of talking in tongues, when compared to the single, clear ringing note that seems to emit from the hanging planet they now see each morning when they open their eyes. The eart shrugs it off with its ever rotation.
There is a scene, near the end of the book, where the earth is seen as a whole, a intercontecting planet, with all its continents and oceans a continuous stream.
orbit 11
We're windblown leaves. We think we're the wind, but we're just the leaf.
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