Quotes from Peter David

I can live again! I can breathe again! I can have my hatred! I can have my revenge! And I can get the hell out of New Jersey!

A wise man is capable of determining his weaknesses and working to address them

There had been nothing like this lounge on the Enterprise, nearly a century gone, that M'Ress had served on. If one wanted to go and knock back drinks, one visited with Dr. McCoy or (M'Ress's preference) Montgomery Scott. Private parties would be staged and good times were had by all.

Watch some television programs, or read some books in which vampyres are heroic and charming and sparkle in the daylight, and then return here and brace yourself for a return to a time that vampyres were things that went bump in the night.

Apropos, you're going to have to learn to sooner or later that you can't just let other people decide what the world around you should and shouldn't be.

and wherever they chose. The formidable Bill Sikes glowered and menaced and planned robberies. Oliver Twist—to the best of Dodger's knowledge—was lying in a ditch somewhere and might well be dead. And Nancy, that tragic woman whose fundamental goodness of femininity had been diminished and dimmed, but not destroyed, by her life as a slattern whore, was still practicing her trade

he was literally holding his face together.

There are some for whom the good of mankind is their primary concern, and others who basically put their own considerations before everyone else. I was among the latter.

These, of course, are far more enlightened times, when it is only acceptable to believe that not being a Christian is likely to mean one is a criminal only if one is a Muslim (or at least so we've been assured by people who claim to know such things)

Noblest. Bravest. What rot. There was no bravery in buying oneself out of difficulty.

but unable to help himself, he said sulkily, "It's the smiling

As for jokes, I don't think it's necessarily that what I write is funny.

To the brave crew and passengers of the Kobayshi Maru…sucks to be you.

If we can't alter the tide of events, at least we can be nearby with towels to mop up.

They are merely scars, not mortal wounds and you must use them to propel you forward.

Good enough, never is.

There are no such things as happy endings. Never. They're totally manufactured by fiction writers who choose to end the story on a high point.

To explore strange new worlds ... and assimilate them. To seek out new life forms ... and new civilizations ... and assimilate them. To boldly go where no Borg has gone before ... and assimilate them.

YOU SEE THEM SOMETIMES. They're just out of the corner of your eye, when you're not expecting them, and sometimes if you close your eyes very, very tightly, and open them quickly, there will be a quick flash of them behind your eyelids before they dissipate. They are the echoes of deja vu, they are the regrets that are fleeting, they are that which you didn't know you missed... They are everywhere and nowhere.

The Crimson King speaks. As a direct result, somewhere a slumbering, dreaming infant shudders in its sleep, and dies.

Youth believes itself immortal. There is a cure for such an attitude, but unfortunately it is a cure from which one never recovers.

The jailer voiced a roar that was intended to be on par with that of an infuriated lion, and indeed sounded like that to him in his own head (but to an observer or listener was much more akin to a consumptive mallard) and sped—which is to say moved with slightly less slowness than he typically did—to the cell that he had just absented.

Faith is an admirable trait. It's good to have faith in another person. But when faith is used as a substitute for reality, then it becomes a crutch for refusing to deal with that reality.

All part of the service.