51862. “Here we are,” Han announced. “Right.” Luke looked around, an involuntary shiver running up his back. “Dead center in the middle of nowhere.” “Should be a familiar feeling for you,” Han suggested, keying for a sensor scan. “Thanks,” Luke said, “but getting stuck between systems with a dead hyperdrive isn’t something I want to get familiar with.” “I didn’t mean that,” Han said innocently as he keyed the comm. “I was talking about Tatooine.” ― Timothy Zahn, Dark Force Rising
51861. “War. War had come to Corellia. It was already a brutal one, and it was about to get much, much worse. There was no such thing as not taking sides. It was sheer theater in peacetime and an absolute joke during war. Neutrality, the performance of it, was something powerful people demanded of everyone else so they could stay protected. In Crash’s case, she was literally the one doing the protecting. The performing. It was all a lie. And not one she had the luxury of being able to participate in anymore.” ― Daniel José Older, Midnight Horizon
51860. “Any more cargo?” Cohmac called as Reath and Ram picked up their travel packs and headed up the ramp. “No, we got the rest of them, but thanks for your help,” Ram said, his face twitching on one side. “What’s wrong with your eye?” Cohmac asked. Reath kept walking. “He’s trying to wink because he thinks he just made a joke. Let’s get this over with, please. This is clearly going to be. a long journey!” “Ah? Ah?” Ram tried, still squinching half his face. “Who will stop this child?” Cohmac wondered out loud. “The child must be stopped.” ― Daniel José Older, Midnight Horizon
51859. “Very like the wind, our feelings are,” Yoda said. It was something he’d repeated many times over the years Kantam had been training with him, and Kantam had never totally known what to do with it. “The wind touches us. We experience it,” Kantam said, finishing the teaching. “It is real. But it passes. So, too, do our feelings.” Yoda nodded. “But sometimes, there is a hurricane. The winds are so strong, they lift us. Carried away, we can be. Everything we know and trust, gone, hm? Then easy it becomes to give in to anger, aggression, hm? Fear.” “So I should stay?” Kantam knew that wasn’t the right answer, that there wasn’t one. But all these poems and metaphors just seemed a million light-years away, even as they hit home to what Kantam felt. Yoda opened his eyes, met Kantam’s worried gaze. “You must choose the Force. One does not fall into being a Jedi Knight by mistake, hm? Or because it is convenient! You must choose the Force, with your whole heart. To do this, you must learn, again, to listen. To hear the world, the world outside of your own emotions. Even when they are very, very loud, heh, a hurricane.” ― Daniel José Older, Midnight Horizon
51856. “Someday, Mitth’raw’nuruodo, you’ll overthink and overplan, and it will all come crashing down around you. When that happens, I hope someone is there to lift you back to your feet.” “You, perhaps?” Ar’alani shakes her head. Her expression holds regret, perhaps even pain. “I very much fear I will never see you again. The growing chaos in the Ascendancy warns of coming war. If you don’t return quickly, there may be nothing left for you to return to.” ― Timothy Zahn, Thrawn: Treason
51852. “Thalias looked at Thrawn. “What happens if she doesn’t do this?” “Perhaps nothing,” Thrawn said. “The analysts may not find anything suspicious, and then all will be well. If they do, there may be trouble among some of the families. Perhaps serious trouble. But those are only possibilities. If you’re uncomfortable with this, you don’t have to do it.” Che’ri squared her shoulders. “No,” she said. Her voice was shaking a little, but there was no hesitation in it. “I didn’t think I could learn to fly a spaceship. You said I could, and I did. If you say I can do this, I can. Where do you want me?” ― Timothy Zahn, Greater Good
51846. “It’s an Imperial attack,” she said. “Oh,” he said. “Can they do that?” “We’re at war,” she reminded him patiently. “In war you can do just about anything the other side can’t stop you from doing. How did you get in here, anyway?” “Oh, I cut myself an entry code a while back,” he said, waving a vague hand, his eyes still on the tactical. “Haven’t had much to do lately. Can’t you stop them?” “We’re certainly going to try,” Leia said grimly.” ― Timothy Zahn, The Last Command
51825. “Never imagined this,” Han had murmured, sitting up in their bed late at night, Ben’s tiny head resting in the crook of his father’s arm. “Having a kid. Even wanting a kid. But now he’s here, and—” “And you’re a dad.” Leia had leaned closer, unable to resist the chance to tease her husband. “Just think, hotshot. Someday you might even be a granddad.” Han’s chuckle had warmed her. “Speak for yourself, sweetheart. Me, I ain’t ever getting that old.” ― Claudia Gray, Bloodline
51823. “The film is an iconic pop-culture creation and touches a bazillion filmgoers to their very core. It can also be very useful. Useful? What the hell am I talking about? Glad you asked. What I mean is the way that George Lucas’s masterpiece contains lessons that can and should be applied to real life. The one that jumps out at me is the message of The Force and how if you stay pure and good and mentally sharp you can, in fact, conquer the Dark Side.” ― Olivia Munn, Suck It, Wonder Woman!: The Misadventures of a Hollywood Geek
51818. “This is how it feels to be Anakin Skywalker, forever: The first dawn of light in your universe brings pain. The light burns you. It will always burn you. Part of you will always lie upon black glass sand beside a lake of fire while flames chew upon your flesh. You can hear yourself breathing. It comes hard, and harsh, and it scrapes nerves already raw, but you cannot stop it. You can never stop it. You cannot even slow it down. You don’t even have lungs anymore. Mechanisms hardwired into your chest breathe for you. They will pump oxygen into your bloodstream forever. Lord Vader? Lord Vader, can you hear me?” ― Matthew Woodring Stover, Star Wars: Episode III: Revenge of the Sith
51814. “A refurbished Star Wars is on somewhere or everywhere. I have no intention of revisiting any galaxy. I shrivel inside each time it is mentioned. Twenty years ago, when the film was first shown, it had a freshness, also a sense of moral good and fun. Then I began to be uneasy at the influence it might be having. The first bad penny dropped in San Francisco when a sweet-faced boy of twelve told me proudly that he had seen Star Wars over a hundred times. His elegant mother nodded with approval. Looking into the boy’s eyes I thought I detected little star-shells of madness beginning to form and I guessed that one day they would explode. ‘I would love you to do something for me,’ I said. ‘Anything! Anything!’ the boy said rapturously. ‘You won’t like what I’m going to ask you to do,’ I said. ‘Anything, sir, anything!’ ‘Well,’ I said, ‘do you think you could promise never to see Star Wars again?’ He burst into tears. His mother drew herself up to an immense height. ‘What a dreadful thing to say to a child!’ she barked, and dragged the poor kid away. Maybe she was right but I just hope the lad, now in his thirties, is not living in a fantasy world of secondhand, childish banalities.” ― Alec Guinness, A Positively Final Appearance
51792. “When last I checked, you were a sorcerer, not a Jedi.” “You’ve seen Star Wars?” “Seen it and denounced it.” “You’ve denounced Star Wars?” She looked me straight in the eye and said, “Hollywood should not glorify witches.” “I think you’ve missed the point…” “I also denounce Harry Potter.” “Really?” “Yes.” “Because…” “…because literature, especially children’s literature, should not glorify witches.” “Oda, what do you do for fun?” She thought about it, then said, without a jot of humor, “I denounce things.” ― Kate Griffin, The Midnight Mayor
51783. “Bet you can’t even name one romantic movie you like,” she teased. She felt smug when a few minutes went by and Oliver was still unable to name one romantic movie he could profess to enjoy. The Empire Strikes Back,” Oliver finally declared, tapping his horn at a Prius that wandered over the line. The Empire Strikes Back? The Star Wars movie? That’s not romantic!” Schuyler huffed, fiddling with the air conditioner controls. Au contraire, my dear, it’s very romantic. The last scene, you know, when they’re about to put Han in that freezing cryogenic chamber or whatever? Remember?” Schuyler mmm-hmmmed. And Leia leans over the ledge and says, ‘I love you.'” That’s cheesy, not romatic,” Schuyler argued, although she did like that part. Let me explain. What’s romantic is what Han says back. Remember what he says to her? After she says ‘I love you’?” Schuyler grinned. Maybe Oliver had a point. “Han says, ‘I know.'” Exactly,” Oliver tapped the wheel. “He doesn’t have to say anything so trite as ‘I love you.” Because that’s already understood. And that’s romantic.” ― Melissa de la Cruz, Revelations
51777. “Isabelle waved a hand. “No need to worry, big brother. Nothing happened. Of course,” she added as Alex’s shoulders relaxed, “I was totally passed-out drunk, so he could really have done whatever he wanted and I wouldn’t have woken up.” “Oh, please,” said Simon. “All I did was tell you the entire plot of Star Wars.” “I don’t think I remember that,” said Isabelle, taking a cookie from the plate on the table. “Oh, yeah? Who was Luke Skywalker’s best childhood friend?” “Biggs Darklighter,” Isabelle said immediately, and then hit the table with the flat of her hand.”That is so cheating!” ― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls