Quotes from Alan Dean Foster

She had seen this man before, in a daydream. In a nightmare.

A man with a gun may hunt a tiger during the day with some expectation of success. Turn out his light, put the man in the jungle at night, surround him with the unknown and all his primitive fears return. Advantage to the tiger.

you just performed the improbable by doing the impossible.

Hearing his howls of outrage, a pair of stormtroopers crossing at the far end of the access hallway changed course to investigate. What they saw within the cell as bits and pieces of red-hot debris came flying out caused them to retreat the way they had come—fast.

Oh really? You're cold?

Acknowledge beauty when you see it. Even if its appearance disturbs you, surely you can admire the skill that went into its design.

A star has died. Elsewhere in the cosmos, in an unremarkable corner of one galactic arm, a child was born. Such is the balance of existence.

I try to challenge myself as much as possible, as often as possible.

I write early in the morning, usually after reading portions of at least half a dozen newspapers on the web.

How much research I have to do depends on the nature of the story. For fantasy, none at all.

There is nothing in art, in philosophy, or in politics to match the fervor of mutual cooperation among discordant bands of fanatics.

Keep writing. Try to do a little bit every day, even if the result looks like crap. Getting from page four to page five is more important than spending three weeks getting page four perfect.

Where lies the line between sorcery and science? It is only a matter of terminology, my friend.

The trooper spoke while staring nervously down the corridor. "Because it's the right thing to do." Poe shook his head, not buying it for a second. "Buddy, if we're gonna do this, we have to be honest with each other." The trooper stared at him for a long moment. "I need a pilot.

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

You stink of humanity,' he murmured, 'but I'll love you just the same.

With a shock, the trooper who had arrived to render aid to his fallen comrade recognized the one whose life was now bleeding out inside his armor. They had trained together. Shared meals, stories, experiences together. Now they were sharing death together.

He did not put his feelings down to simple xenophobia. Basically, he hadn't expected the alien to be so completely alien.

Back to Jak— Why does everyone always want to go back to Jakku? There's nothing there! Sand and junk and rocks and sand and quicksand and sand—I don't get it!

Revenge is little more than an adolescent concession to personal vanity.

It illuminated a vision Dante could not have imagined in his wildest nightmares, nor Poe in the grasp of an uncontrollable delirium.

Yes, there's a lot of sand here. Beebee-Ate? Okay. Hello, Beebee-Ate. My name is Rey. No, just Rey.

Get away from her, you!

Time passes. Horror does not. *