Quotes from David Weber

People at the apex felt unbridled contempt for the people who spent their lives laboring to support their "betters" in the style to which they had become accustomed. After all, if those lesser being had mattered, they'd have been the ones making the decisions, right? The fact that they weren't was directly attributable to their inherent inferiority and general stupidity, not the inequality of opportunity.

You're entitled to not be strong about everything every instant. And you have the right to admit that it hurts, and that things frighten you.

The splendor of that moment, its transcendent glory and aliveness, haunted him. He could thrust it aside by day, but it poisoned his dreams by night, calling to him and pleading with him to unlock the chains he'd bound about it.

home was where the people someone cared about lived.

liberty was a tree which had to be watered occasionally with the blood of patriots?

They didn't agree on everything. They didn't share all the same opinions. In fact, there was enormous scope for disagreement, argument, even quarrels. But where it mattered - where the wellsprings of their personalities rose and gave meaning to their lives - they were the same.

It was only in stupid stories written by idiots that good triumphed unscathed and only the evil died. She'd known that, but where did it say her people must always be the ones to pay for victory? Her

Admiralty House was a modest structure, only a little over a hundred stories in height

The bigger the lie, apparently, the more likely the uninformed were to accept it

It was also horribly embarrassing, and the fact that none of them knew she could sense their emotions only made it worse. It was as if she stood outside their windows, listening to whispered conversations they'd never meant to share with her, and the fact that she had no choice—that she could no longer not sense the feelings of those about her—only made her feel perversely guilty when she did.

kinesthetic

That sounds strangely little like justice, Tisipohone jibed gently. On the contrary. Alicia jacked a discarding sabot round into the M-97's chamber and settled her left hand briefly on the forestock to activate its computer systems. I won't do a thing to them unless they intend to do something to me. Indeed? Indeed. But if they do have something planned, I intend to do unto them first. So there are times you see things my way after all. Never said there weren't.

Victimology's all about emotions and finding someone—anyone—else to blame for your situation. And of course, that 'someone' has to've done it out of pure malevolence! After all, you're the victim, the pure and innocent injured party who never did a single thing to deserve what's happened to you.

all ensigns should be pruned back occasionally. It served them in good stead later.

He knew that now, and a cold corner of his brain wondered why so few repressive regimes seemed to realize that they themselves created the rebels who must ultimately destroy them.

And as she locked the door behind her, a deeply hidden part of her wondered uneasily if she was locking the wolf into its cage . . . or herself safely outside it.

Because your balls are even smaller than your brain and you need orders in triplicate before you can take a shit

the very first thing that happens with any zealot is that he removes his brain just in case any thoughts that might challenge his zealotry should happen to stray into it.

liars ultimately destroy the things they lie to protect, and corruption, ambition, and betrayal inevitably betray themselves, as well.

immobilized their vehicles. And some of their

But then she looked into the single brown eye of the gaunt, half-naked woman facing her, and a wolf looked back at her—a wounded pack leader, starved and weakened, who had been goaded and harried by the hounds on its back trail but would be harried no more. A wolf who would die where it stood rather than be driven further.

Those highly trained armor specialists were responsible for major repairs, upgrades, and modifications, but in Alicia's opinion, anyone who didn't want to stay hands-on with the standard maintenance and, especially, troubleshooting of her own armor just before a drop ought to be confined somewhere in a nice, soft-sided room where she couldn't hurt herself or anyone else.

And as he headed around the curve of the ship toward the bridge, he wondered distantly if he would go down in history as a footnote, or as the prime offender in a major interstellar incident.

I wonder if treecats pray?