Quotes from Christie Golden

I'm so sorry," he said. "I wish they'd let you two regenerate. I'll keep asking them, I assure you." She gave him a fleeting smile. "Persistence is futile

tyranny cannot stand forever. It is an ugly beast that must feed. Eventually, the Empire will devour everything it has, and will turn on its own.

Strange as it was, he understood there was grace and strength in this pain; a reminder of what should never be forgotten.

And in whatever afterlife your precious Light grants you, your parents will wish Queen Tiffin had miscarried.

Garrosh would learn that it was in how one fought, not where or when, that honor was born.

He frowned. "Jedi aren't without emotion. We're allowed to grieve." "Perhaps," Ventress allowed, "but somehow I don't think most Jedi try to drown the pain with alcohol and slam their fists on the table.

Object again and I will not take it well. Vol'jin and his loa named me the warchief of the Horde. And as warchief of the Horde, I decide what is important to reveal—and when and to whom. Is that understood?

She eluded detection and relieved the rebels of one of their hyperspace-capable vessels.

What? He can't possibly mean to—

It was never a big leap from unfamiliar to suspected

It is difficult enough for me to understand how one or two may become so corrupted that they would doom their descendants for power in their lifetimes; that there were so many—the number is not even known for certain—is beyond the scope of my limited imagination.

though, was perched high inside the massive tower that was the centerpiece

It will require you to forsake nearly everything that it means to be a Jedi. But you have already begun down that path, I think. Your grief over the deaths of the Krim family does not speak of nonattachment.

The overall effect made Vos like a falcon poised in that exquisite instant between free fall and flight, and for a moment he couldn't breath.

Over a million people. So fast. Gone, just like that.

Words crowded his mouth, but he spoke none of them. Not about the sharp delight he had taken in brutally asphyxiating an innocent creature. Not about the desire to do it again, and to harness that power and unleash it any way he chose. He couldn't speak, either, of the wrenching sadness that permeated him as he realized that something in him had broken, or the delight at having been freed of its shackles.

History taught that those who had power were generally loath to relinquish any of it unless they were forced to do so.

Thus is the blessing of Chi-Ji," the crane said. "No more shall die this day. Take this second chance, and use it wisely.

Vos knew he could never repay Kenobi for that, but he had the rest of his life to try.

Wishes do not a world make. We do the best we can where we are, every minute, every breath. We make mistakes, and we have to live with them. We try to learn from them. And that is all we can do.

Hay momentos en los que incluso el corazón más bondadoso y comprensivo debe decir: No, ya basta. Y ese momento ha llegado.

You always take the high road, Master Kenobi," said Desh.

The Death Star had destroyed an entire planet. Yes, it had been a rebel hotbed, a positive nest of treason. But surely not everyone who had died had hated the Empire. The destruction of the Death Star hit closer to home, as she had lost people she knew, but at least there had been no civilians on it. No children.

sad drunk was just as bad as a mad one