Quotes from Drew Karpyshyn

When you finally betray me, I hope you care enough to try to kill my yourself.

Those who ask for mercy," he answered coldly, "are too weak to deserve it.

The dark side is emotion, Bane. Anger, hate, love, lust. These are what make us strong, Peace is a lie. There is only passion. Your passion is still there, Bane. Seek it out. Reclaim it.

Take what makes you weak and turn it into something that makes you strong.

The mind with many secrets can never rest.

We Mandalorians have a saying," Canderous explained. "A warrior who doesn't hope for battle has no hope during battle.

The power of the Dark Side cannot be dispersed among the masses. It must be concentrated in the few who are worthy of the honor.

Are you certain of these accusations?" "I would stake my life on them, my lord Emperor." "You already have.

Power comes with a price. It's a burden. It demands sacrifice.

Working to make everybody equal didn't leave much chance for anyone to achieve greatness.

He no longer clung to the simplistic ideals of right and wrong or good and evil. He understood better than anyone that dark and light were intertwined in strange and complex ways.

I will continue to study at your feet, Master. I will learn from your wisdom. I will discover your secrets, unlocking them one by one until everything you know—all your knowledge and all your power—is mine. And once you are no longer of use to me, I will destroy you.

When all the options are wrong," he muttered to himself in the darkness, "what does it matter which one I choose?

If all are equal, then none is strong.

Materialism—an attachment to physical goods beyond their practical value—was a trap; a chain to ensnare the foolish with their own greed.

There was a long silence, finally broken by Teff'ith. "Jedi Grand Master mom, Supreme Commander dad. Now we get why Theron's so messed up. So you sending a fleet, or what?

Honor is a fool's prize," Bane replied, reciting a passage from one of the volumes he had recently read in the archives. "Glory is of no use to the dead.

What happened to the others?" she wanted to know. "I killed them," he replied. Zannah seemed to think about this for a moment before shrugging indifferently. "Then they were weak," she said with simple conviction. "And they deserved to die.

HERE THE DARKNESS REIGNS ETERNAL. There is no sun, no dawn; just the perpetual gloom of night. The only illumination comes from jagged forks of lightning, carving a wicked path through angry clouds. In their savage wake thunder shreds the sky, unleashing a torrent of hard, cold rain. The storm is coming, and there is no escape.