Quotes About Lucas

Rebel spaceships, striking from a hidden base, have won their first victory against the evil Galactic Empire.

Han Solo: Wonderful girl. Either I'm going to kill her or I'm beginning to like her.

I grew up on Spielberg and Lucas. That was sort of what inspired me to make movies.

I always wanted to play characters, and that was definitely one - a Russian spy.

I like the Bayern Munich's and Juventus' stadiums. I'd love to play in Old Trafford.

I can't speak for the other authors, but what I hoped to achieve was to illuminate certain corners of the Lucas universe that hadn't yet been explored.

It will be her turn soon to be teased, said Miss Lucas. I am going to open the instrument, Eliza, and you know

George Lucas was casting about and had heard favourable things about my work in Clockwork Orange and asked me to come in, which of course I did even though no one knew what the film was about!

My pistol is a fawty-one Colt,' Lucas said. Which it would be; the only thing he hadn't actually known was the calibre—that weapon workable and efficient and well cared for yet as archaic peculiar and unique as the gold toothpick, which had probably (without doubt) been old Carothers McCaslin's pride a half century ago. 'All right,' he said. 'Then what?' 'He wasn't shot with no fawty-one Colt.

I did try being a vegan.

I was a great admirer of George Lucas' work.

Conifer. It's a dynamically typed Lisp without parenthesis tuned for machine learning.

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I found something called Lucas Papaw Ointment in Australia that I can use for anything - my lips, under my eyes, my hands.

When Hamill heard ILM was working on Star Trek II, he protested to Lucas, "You traitors! George, how could you do that?" To which Lucas replied, "It's a business, kid.

Polly laughed to think how outraged Lucas would be that she'd chosen one of Britney Spears's perfumes to represent him, but the name- Rocker Femme- and the sweet gourmand mix was just perfect for him. It opened with blackberry liqueur and coconut cream, which made her think of one of his horrible biscuits...

LIKE ANY GOOD MINNESOTAN, Lucas rarely missed the TV weather before going to bed.

All right. I'll keep it quiet." "Attaboy. This thing is going to work out, Lucas. For us. It really shouldn't matter whether we get the killer this week or in two weeks. What matters right now is to try to square up this election. Let's focus on that: you do what you do, and let me try to get things straight with the voters.

He went on like that for a while, and before he was done, Lucas had dismissed him as being ineffectually goofy, although his ideas about the killing were roughly the same as Lucas's own. Holly said he had no idea who on the staff might have been involved with Tubbs, or might be working as a spy.

LEONARD WAS A THICK, dark-haired man, Lucas's height but heavier, both in the arms and the gut. He was wearing a plaid shirt, jeans, and yellow work boots. The scars around his pale, suspicious eyes and a withered nose made him into a brawler.

Lucas asked. She turned to a door recessed into a short hallway and shouted, "Hey, Tommy. There

Lucas smiled back. Bowden projected an effortless charisma and he had to resist the urge to tug at his forelock: "Not close enough. A little closer and she wouldn't be in the Senate—she'd be in a different federal institution altogether.

It's okay." Lucas took a chair. "You need somebody killed?" "Several people, but I'd hesitate to ask, at least here in the office, on the Lord's Day," the governor said. He gave the papers a last shuffle, set them aside, pressed a button on a box on his desk, and said, "Get in here," and asked Lucas, "You've been reading about Porter Smalls?" "Yeah. You guys must be dancing in the aisles," Lucas said.

BELL WOOD CAME OVER, a big bluff man with a mustache and a gap between his two square front teeth; he wore round gold-rimmed glasses like Teddy Roosevelt. He had a cup of coffee in his hand and nudged the leg of Lucas's chair. "Sorry about Pole. He can be an asshole." "I picked up on that," Lucas said, looking up. "You in decent shape with him?