Quotes from Karen Traviss

In my experience,...the humans who talk most loudly about freedom are the ones who think it's so good that nobody else should have any of it.

I extrapolate from known facts. But I don't mind being wrong sometimes

Sometimes it was better to pick the first purpose that made sense and live for it single-mindedly than dither between goals that couldn't all be achieved.

Oh, I'm coming too." BB rotated and moved in Naomi's direction. "A fragment of me will remain here to pilot the ship, but I'll transfer to the Mjolnir. We've never done this for real before, by the way. Have we, Naomi?" "Why now?" "Why not? I know I'm not your dedicated AI, but I can do anything Cortana can." Mal picked up a little rivalry there. He'd have to ask about Cortana later.

Let's play a game, shabuir." He squeezed, and the subaltern's eyes stared. His mouth opened wide. "It's called beskar beats crab-shell.

Investigate, record, understand. Intelligence saves your life sooner or later. "Commander

But it wasn't a moment's emotion for his grandfather: it was the whole of him. Anakin had been driven to the dark side by agonized love. The revelation stunned Jacen because it was so narrow and so Ã¢â'¬Â¦ selfish. Relief flooded him. This is different. That isn't what I feel, or what's driving me. And

killed in a way I didn't think I ever could. I'm appalled at what I can do. I don't enjoy this." "If you enjoyed it, Jacen, you would not be the one destined to become the Sith Lord." The

Maybe after you survived the Sarlacc, nothing ever really scared you again.

They had nothing left to throw at Earth now, not unless the Forerunners decided to rise from the dead.

The man hesitated and then reached across to shake Ordo's hand, surrendering soft pale civilian fingers to a black gauntlet. The look on his face said clearly that he hadn't expected to find flesh and blood inside the droid-like shell, or to retrieve his hand uncrushed afterward. "My pleasure, sir," Ordo said. It was unusually quiet in the EasyRide after that. At least the reality had registered on them.

MARK DONALDSON WAY, SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA: AUSTRALIA DAY, TWO MONTHS AFTER THE BATTLE OF EARTH, JANUARY 26, 2553.

of it, a man who did his fair share of killing

War is a vile thing, and it brings out the worst in beings. But it also brings out their best - courage, sacrifice, resourcefulness, tenacity, comradeship, genius, even humor. Would that we could achieve that enlightened state without shedding blood first.

One day's too far ahead to plan.

Law is just religion for atheists, dear. It's equally shot full of contradictory nonsense.

Two wrongs—not equal to or more than a right (...) Good luck with quantifying a unit of right or wrong.

Rex wanted this moment to be over. It was - as usual - on the cusp of hilarity and sobbing despair. For all his training and his loyalty to the state, all the theoretical reasons why he was doing what was right, the only thing that made him sit and wait for the inevitable was that he was doing it for the men next to him, and for Skywalker...and even for Kenobi, but for nothing and nobody else. That was as far as any man could think. And it was far enough.

Humans have a wonderful saying for everything and then proceed to ignore the wisdom in all of them.

Real evil wasn't about bending the law to suit justice: evil was acting out of small, intensely personal expedience and losing sight of the bigger picture so often that you never got it back again.

Sev, feeling embarrassed by his reaction, examined the bones. The left arm came off in his hand. "Yep, he's dead all right." Scorch sucked his teeth noisily. It was extra-amplified in the scuba trooper helmets. "Sure you don't want a second opinion, Doc?" "Nah, I'm prepared to go out on a limb.

Darman was determined to make him welcome. "'Cuy, vod'ika." He slapped the seat next to him. "Park your shebs there. We'd pour you some of the GAR-issue caf but we like you too much for that. We're waiting for Sergeant Kal." Corr sat down as ordered, and Niner and Atin leaned across to clasp his arm.

I'm still an old-school reporter at heart. Writing fiction satisfies my journalistic need to hear and relay the testimony of everyday people at the center of events.

If you go back and look at the early promos for Gears 1, you'll see just how different the characters were from the actual first game, both in appearance and background. And it's an evolutionary process.