Quotes from Jason Fry

Tell that to Beck," Leo said. "Invite him over and I will," his father replied.

A veteran commander worried about winning, not playing to an audience. Narratives were far easier to shape than battles, and they could be composed in safety and at leisure.

trophy room. "This room is on the site where my grandmother spent her very first night here," Stax said. "That was just a hole hacked out of the hillside. Grandmother didn't even have a bed. She huddled inside all night, listening to monsters howl on the other side of a dirt wall. And look at it

But maybe the only way to achieve the impossible was to be unaware that was what you were trying to do.

Snoke's escape shuttle is gone," the general replied. Kylo considered that. Rey had recovered first. She must have realized he was at her mercy, yet she'd left him alive. Almost as if she cared for him.

Ben Solo had sought to abandon everything he had been, even casting aside his name. But Luke sensed that Kylo Ren was just a shell around the same broken boy he had tried so hard to reach.

Failure most of all. The greatest teacher failure is.

The moment Rey reached her hut she had felt him near her, in the Force. The connection between them was so raw and powerful that it reminded her of touching a live wire in the wreckage of a starship. She had closed her eyes, opened them, and found Kylo Ren there--right next to her where she sat on the stone bench. As if she could actually reach out and touch his hand, his face, his hair. At the sight of him she'd felt relief surge through her.

Kylo Ren knew who was in the escape pod even before it opened with a hiss of vapor---her presence had been a steady pulse from the Force the moment his junk-heap freighter once again somehow heaved itself out of hyperspace without disintegrating. The stormtroopers behind him stood ready, but he just smiled at the sight of Rey crammed into the pod's tight confines.

R2-D2 squawked derisively. "Hey, sacred island," Luke said. "Watch the language.

An orphan," he said wearily. "This is my nightmare. A thousand wannabe younglings showing up on my doorstep, hoping they're the Chosen Whoevers, wanting to know how to lift rocks.

Slow down and think. Panic doesn't solve problems; it just creates new ones.

For a moment Kylo let himself recall his parents' worried conversations behind closed doors, the ones they'd deluded themselves into thinking he wouldn't know about. Conversations about the anger and resentment that had boiled over once again in their son. Conversations in which they talked about him like he wasn't their son, but some kind of monster.

Where Kylo Ren and his sorcery had failed, Hux and his technological prowess would triumph.

Despite being programmed for etiquette and protocol, C-3PO had a singularly awful sense of diplomacy.

Rey found herself in his mind even as he invaded hers. She felt his rage, like a ruinous storm that filled his head, and his hatred, and his lust to dominate and humiliate those who had wronged him. But she also felt his hurt, and his loneliness. And his fear - that he would never prove as strong as Darth Vader, the ghost who haunted his dreams

She wondered if she should have asked about the dozen porgs perched on the dashboard, watching the Wookiee work—or the porg that had been sitting companionably on his hairy shoulder. She supposed the porgs would be dinner soon enough, and the Wookiee was using the Falcon as a larder. Treating tomorrow's meal as today's pet struck Rey as a bit odd, but then it was a big galaxy, and every species was entitled to its quirks.

Ben Solo had performed the role Snoke had envisioned for him perfectly. The combination of his potential and the danger he posed had lured Skywalker into seeking to rebuild the Jedi. His power had then destroyed all Skywalker had built and sent the failed Jedi Master into exile, removing him from the board just as the game entered a critical phase.

They'll have the high ground

everybody knew the only thing that made Goss more miserable than pilots was pilots having fun.

The Force is not a power you have," Luke said. "It's not about lifting rocks. It's the energy between all things—a tension, a balance that binds the universe together.

It's the closest thing we poor creatures have to magic, my dear—the ability to be transported through time by a waft of scent that unlocks memory.

Narratives were far easier to shape than battles.

Jakku had trained her to do two things better than anyone else could. The first was to salvage broken things. The second was to wait.