Quotes from Alan Dean Foster

Rule makers always draw up their precious rules and regulations in safety and comfort, not out in the field, where those same absolutes are supposed to be applied. At those times we have to rely on our own minds and feelings.

Luke Skywalker has vanished. In his absence, the sinister FIRST ORDER has risen from the ashes of the Empire and will not rest until Skywalker, the last Jedi, has been destroyed.

You know, Burke, I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them killing each other for a percentage.

Hux refused to pace, regarding it as a waste of energy.

Curiosity, after all, was what had driven mankind out from his isolated, unimportant world and across the gulf between the stars. It had also, he thoughtfully reminded himself, killed the figurative cat.

There are even a handful who like to collect biological specimens. Those with money collect live ones. Those without money become scientists.

Death displays nothing if not variety in its methods, which are often surprising and sometimes amusing.

You always think you can make it up to somebody—later, you know.' She took a deep breath. 'But now I never can. I never can.

Say nothing," Essada suggested. "It makes you more tolerable.

My mommy always said there were no such things as monsters. No real ones. But there are.

Parker sat still, letting the last vestiges of the memory fade from his mind. They left a pleasantly lascivious residue behind. Absently, he flipped a key switch over his console. A gratifyingly green light appeared above it, held steady.

The black mask, with its slittled forehead and thick, snoutlike breathing apparatus, covered the face of the man he knew as Kylo Ren. Once, he had known the face behind the mask. Once, he has known the man himself. Now, to Lor San Tekka, only the mask was left. Metal instead of a man.

There was a freshness about her that the surrounding harsh landscape had failed to eliminate

This is the deep-space commercial tug Nostromo, registration number one eight zero, two four six, en route to Earth with bulk cargo crude petroleum and appropriate refinery. Calling Antarctica traffic control. Do you read me? Over.

Captain Phasma. Remember me?" He moved his weapon slightly. "Here's my blaster, ya still wanna inspect it?" Phasma held on to her dignity. "Yes, I remember you. FN-2187." Finn shook his head curtly. "Not anymore. My name is Finn. A real name for a real person. And I'm in charge now.

Putting his lips together David whistled a few soft, carefully modulated notes. Head cocked to one side, the alien watched and listened. Then it exhaled softly, trying to duplicate the sounds. Since it possessed a very different respiratory mechanism, it failed in the attempt. That did not matter to David. What was important and what prompted him to tears was the fact that the creature *tried*.

The poetry, you see, was when he moved. -- Dream Done Green

In loquaciousness lay insanity.

Definitely this man was not now and never had been a stormtrooper or anything like it. What he had been, maybe, was someone not unlike herself. A bit of a businessman, a bit of a con man, a bit of an adventurer. And since he was older, it was only reasonable to assume that he had been a bit more of all of those things than herself.

Forgive me. I feel it again. The pull to the light. The Supreme Leader senses it. Show me again the power of the darkness, and I will let nothing stand in our way.

As all foot soldiers have known for thousands of years, there's nothing noble about dying. Only an irritating finality.

If you know less than everything, you always feel inadequate.

This time she was sure she managed a grin. 'I can't figure you, Hicks. Soldiers aren't supposed to be optimists.' 'Yeah, I know. You're not the first to point it out. I'm a freakin' anomaly.

The belonging you seek is not behind you. It is ahead.