Quotes from Alan Dean Foster

From the box she removed a lightsaber. Finn eyed it uncertainly, but even in the poor light, Han recognized it immediately. Luke Skywalker's lightsaber. "Where'd you get that?" Han demanded. "Long story. A good one—for later.

His eyes were hazel, his gray hair tousled, and he wore the look of a man who had seen too much, too soon, and been forced to deal with idiots all too often.

Without the Jedi, there can be no balance in the Force, and all will be given over to the dark side." Though

One could teach knowledge. One could teach skills. One could even, she knew, teach something of the Force. But patience had to be learned alone.

Reactions still sharp from years of experience, Han fired, sending the trooper to the ground.

that slimy sycophant Hux

True relaxation was a state of being that had been virtually unknown to him since childhood. The best that could be said of it was that when he felt relatively safe, he entered a condition of lenient wariness.

A series of moans came from the Wookiee. Then he turned—and sat down. In the copilot's seat. Rey felt herself tearing up. "You're serious, aren't you?

The Millennium Falcon rose.

Of course, he might well secure answers to all the questions that tormented him by the simple expedient of turning himself in.

Stunned by his own action, Kylo Ren fell to his knees. Following through on the act ought to have made him stronger, a part of him believed. Instead, he found himself weakened.

I always keep this handy...for close encounters. (Cpl. Hicks)

We endanger species.

Alone . . . alone . . . It echoed in her mind as she sat there. Under the weight of the loneliness Han's voice seemed to fade, and Maz Kanata's as well, until there was nothing surrounding her but a silence as deep and profound as the distant reaches of space itself.

Sometimes you have to be satisfied just to know that cobra venom is deadly. It's not always efficacious to study the snake face to face. You have to balance what you might learn against the known chance of getting bit.

confronted by seven tall, cloaked figures, dark and foreboding, all armed.

They were no different from day sounds, but anything that wears the cloak of night, especially on an alien world, partakes of the night's mystery and terror.

You've been so lonely, he murmured as he searched for what he needed. So afraid to leave. A thin smile crossed his face. At night, desperate to sleep, you'd imagine an ocean. I can see it . . . I can see the island.

It is the task of the First Order to remove the disorder from our own existence, so that civilization may be returned to the stability that promotes progress. A stability that existed under the Empire, was reduced to anarchy by the Rebellion, was inherited in turn by the so-called Republic, and will be restored by us. Future historians will look upon this as the time when a strong hand brought the rule of law back to civilization." Mitaka

It was left to San'dwil to sum up the totality of the attempt. "So you can make the bodies live but cannot bring back consciousness." Wol'daeen gestured affirmatively. "It is most exasperating. The resurrected forms have all the appearance of life but none of the necessary cognitive functions.

She needed him. And he was nowhere to be found. There was no else she could rely on. No one like her brother. No one else at all.

I talk to myself," he had once explained to his minder. "I have conversations with myself. I debate with myself." He remembered smiling. "Sometimes I even win the arguments.

Mankind must without a doubt be the most conceited race in the universe, for who else believes that God has nothing better to do than sit around all day and help him out of tight spots?" It

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