“Kylo, you're crazy.
You've got to be kidding!
A three-bladed lightsaber
Helps do your bidding?
Come now, be civil;
Have one blade or two.
Three is just cocky.
We all know it's true.”
Source: Star Wars: ABC-3PO
“The person who accomplishes his creative goals and excels as an artist is distinguished from equally or more creative peers by the primary attribute drive. It is the inner force of this psychological compulsion not to fame, nor to wealth, but to the compelling images of one’s own mind which sets a person apart as an artist. To succeed where so many try and fail, the creative person must have not only sensitivity, talent, and all the thousand other things we more or less think contribute to artistic accomplishment, but in addition he must deal with the demands of an internal pressure which constantly drives him toward acts of creation.”
Source: Just This Side of Madness: Creativity and the Drive to Create
“With one quick sweep of a lightsaber, you gave hope to everyone who saw your blade. Except for the bad guys, that is. Your lightsaber brought them to their knees, and without spilling a drop of blood.”
Source: Star Wars: The Life and Legend of Obi-Wan Kenobi
“When she’s gone far and long enough that she no longer remembers her name, she stops, and presses her fingers deep into her sockets, scooping her eyes out and pinching off the long ropes of flesh that follow them out of her body like sticky yarn. What rushes from her mouth might be screaming or might be her soul, and it is smothered in the indifferent silence of the wild world.”
“There, it’s the old ways and no mistake; there it’s only a corpse gone purple at the bottom and two coins no one will ever take back and the bread soaked through with sweat and your sins gleaming in every maggot, and sand under my eyelids and the wrappings still waiting and four jars lined up neatly with the faces watching, and my feet aching and my body going heavy everywhere and my throat too dry to swallow but my teeth gleaming wide, and the dark night all around us and a long walk home, and far off, silent, coming closer: wolves.
The sounds for that, they’ve never put a name to.”
“The museum may lose things,” I said, “but it never throws them away.”
Source: The Bone Key: The Necromantic Mysteries of Kyle Murchison Booth
“He rolled the syllables of my name out of his mouth as if they were at once contemptible and marvelous.”
Source: The Bone Key: The Necromantic Mysteries of Kyle Murchison Booth
“I suppose she was pretty-at least everyone seemed to think so-but her mouth was small and ungenerous, and her eyes was hard. Her voice was high-pitched and always rather breathless, and she lisped slightly. The quality of her voice was childlike, innocent, and that was a deception worthy of the Serpent in Eden.”
Source: The Bone Key: The Necromantic Mysteries of Kyle Murchison Booth
“I could see her blush, even through her tan, but her eyes were steady and unapologetic.”
Source: The Bone Key: The Necromantic Mysteries of Kyle Murchison Booth
“I do not like children. I do not know how to speak to them. They frightened and confused me when I was a child myself, and they frighten and confuse me now that I am an adult.”
Source: The Bone Key: The Necromantic Mysteries of Kyle Murchison Booth