Quotes from Chuck Wendig

Or maybe," Miriam seethes, "men swim in a septic pool of bad ideas about tough guys and big dicks, and they float there, soaking in it, gulping down mouthfuls of that shit, and it gets inside them, infects them, makes their blood go black and sour. Fathers take their sons and shove their heads down under the water, too, just to make sure they all get a taste. Maybe men are fucking broken. You ever think that?

The age of the insect, he thinks. The meek truly shall inherit the earth.

Mmph! Mmph." Translation: The Emperor will have your heads for this.

The Empire was not known for its roomy architecture. It was fond of austere pragmatism (that term, austere pragmatism, or sometimes pragmatic austerity, found its way atop many Imperial brochures and propaganda tracts), and so kept its hallways low and narrow.

Plot is like Soylent Green: it's made of people.

That's a lesson we could stand to learn. Imperials are just like us. Some of them, at least. It's easy to label those who serve the Galactic Empire as pure evil, all enemy, but truth is, a lot of those who do so were either sold a bill of lies, or forced to by threat of pain or death.

He has a child—a bastard boy, as I understand. Not born of his wife, Maratelle, but of some…kitchen woman.

The woman standing there is in a crisp admiral's uniform. She's dark-skinned, with cold brown eyes to match.

Things happen in this life. Sometimes they're good things, and sometimes they're bad things. You have to come to terms with the bad things, especially when you can't change them.

Some of life's best moments are during a good bowel movement, and to have that robbed from you, I can't even imagine.

He watches a vid of Brin reading from the Journal of the Whills: "The truth in our soul, Is that nothing is true. The question of life Is what then do we do? The burden is ours To penance, we hew. The Force binds us all From a certain point of view." Addar fails to understand what it means, but he admits: He enjoys listening to Brin.

That's why we gotta do good things now. Make good decisions. Try to move the rudder long before the boat ever gets near the iceberg, right?

They raise their blasters as she lowers hers. "I'm sorry, Captain," she says. Then, to her backup: "Arrest him. Take him to detention level—No. Wait." She snaps her fingers. "Have him shackled and taken to my shuttle. Have a medical droid in attendance." With a stiff smile she says (as if for his approval): "We are not animals.

It was his idea, this run. Somehow, the remaining factions of the Empire are still fueling their war effort even months after the destruction of their second battle station. Wedge had the notion that they must've moved out to the Outer Rim—study your history and it's easy to see that the seeds of the Empire grew first out here, away from the Core systems, away from the prying eyes of the Republic.

a flutter of wings rippling the fabric of the night. "Balastair!" chirps a voice. At first he thinks it's Cicero, but it's not, not at all—Cicero is still in the air, still chirping and screeching in alarm. "Erasmus," Balastair says with a small smile. "I've missed you.

Thankfully, it's she who spoke. Not the skeleton. Because … gross.

Showing it off—and not caring who cared—was a sign of strength. So now she trembles.

We're here to change the world, not participate in its tedium.

Humankind was a disease. The earth was the body.

Don't you dare say he's going to be a bandit. He'll be an angel.

Coruscant is in chaos, and Mas Amedda is trapped. He

Note in the official record that we will be referred to in history as the Imperial Future Council, or the IFC.

Part of that bona fide Han Solo charm. He's certainly handsome. A boyish rogue. Jas would, given half an invitation, mount him like a turret. Though

For a long time he's told his son not the truth but the idealized hope: One day the Empire will fall and things will be different for when you have children. And that may still come to pass. But now a stronger, sharper truth is required: "Jak—the battle isn't over. The battle is just starting.