Quotes from Andy Weir, The Martian

I stumbled up the hill back toward the Hab. As I crested the rise, I saw something that made me very happy and something that made me very sad: The Hab was intact (yay!) and the MAV was gone (boo!).

Mars and my own stupidity keep trying to kill me.

I'm so close to Schiaparelli I can taste it. I guess it would taste like sand, mostly, but that's not the point.

How did I end up in this situation? I'm the district sales manager of a napkin factor. Why is my daughter in space?