Quotes from Alan Dean Foster

Niima: center of the galaxy, repository of manifold cultures, offering to its myriad inhabitants a never-ending succession of entertainment, education, and enjoyable distractions.

Au jardin de mon père, les lilas sont fleuris. Tous les oiseaux du monde viennent y faire leur nid. Auprés de ma blonde, qu'il fait bon, fait bon, fait bon. Auprés de ma blonde, qu'il fait bon dormir.

I'm not a hero. I'm not Resistance. I'm a stormtrooper.

Standard issue helmets are designed to filter out smoke, not toxins.

On the other hand, Andrea had decided last month, on the occasion of her twelfth birthday and for no discernible reason (at least, none that an adult could discern), that from then on her given name would be Fitzwinkle. And then

Just stay calm and collected and baffle them with space dust.

But ... this will begin to make things right.

Han Solo," came the clipped voice of the gang leader, "you are a dead man.

Legend says this map is unobtainable," Poe noted. "How'd you do it?

must be done; whatever the cost, whatever the danger. Without the Jedi, there can be no balance in the Force, and all will be given over to the dark side." Though

It is pathetic, though. Is it not? You and I, both in pursuit of a ghost

One could get mad at one's neighbor, competitor, or spouse as easily here as on any other settled world. It was just harder to stay quite as mad, with the sun beaming down beneficently, the beach so close, and pleasant woods and lakes beckoning at every turn as soon as one left the city behind.

The Tlel might have skinny arms and funny-shaped heads, an overcome Flinx reflected somberly, but there was no disputing the size of their hearts.

No one offered to help her with the heavy load. In Niima, youth and gender were no barrier to neighborhood indifference.

Compared to what is stirring in the galaxy, you and I are little more than motes of dust." Still

Usually a senile old fool knows when to retire. But sometimes he simply needs to be retired.

I know how to run without you holding my hand!

The very unfeasibility of it worked in their favor. He could not be a prisoner trying to escape, because prisoners simply did not escape.

Biological traces are acceptable," Hux murmured, "but a couple of skulls would be better.

Rey scarcely glanced in the other vessel's direction. "That one's garbage! We need something that'll move, not just get off the ground—if we're lucky!

One of three things would occur when she thumbed it, she knew: They would lift off, the ship would blow up, or nothing at all would happen.

To Max, a quantum state was one where gambling was licensed, and Schrödinger's cat lived somewhere on Laurel Avenue.

She would have stayed there, blasting away wildly, had not Finn half dragged, half carried her away.

SHE NEEDED HIM. AND HE WAS NOWHERE TO BE FOUND. (P:7)