Quotes from A.C. Crispin

Remember that on any world the wind eventually wears away the stone, because the stone can only crumble; the wind can change.

What good will convincing the princess do? Bria asked. I know she's supposed to be well-loved, but she's still just a young girl. The viceroy is considering appointing her Alderaan's representative to the Imperial Senate next year, Winter said. Don't underestimate Leia's strength of purpose or influence.

There it is. The Millennium Falcon.

To have a good memory is to be both blessed and cursed Ã¢â'¬Â¦

No — other men's eye's don't do anything for me, I'm afraid. Sulu grinned.

Memories should console, not enslave.

Finally, she'd found a group on Corellia that had helped her deal with her addiction, helped her realize why she felt so empty, so driven. It took me months of hard digging into myself, she said. Months to figure out why I wanted to hurt myself. I finally got it through my head that just because my mother hated and despised me for not being what she wanted me to be, I didn't have to hate myself. I didn't have to destroy myself in some twisted attempt to please her.

Obedient to her captain's will, The Black Pearl followed her dark angel over the azure water; as fast as the wind, as free as the men who sailed her. it was almost as though she knew she was a legend in the making, destined for adventures both great and terrible...

Understanding (not necessarily acceptance) is vital in dealing with other people, whether those people are human, Simiu, Mizari, or energy beings.

Hey," Han said, "Jabba's a friend of mine. You kill me, he won't take it kindly." The Priest laughed wheezily. "Hutts do not have friends," he said. "Farewell, Solo." Pointing the blaster at Han, the Priest's small, stubby finger began to tighten on the trigger.

Once he'd realized how the t'landa Til ability could be utilized, it had been a simple matter for Aruk to make up some doctrine, compose a few hymns, and write several chants and litanies. And that was all it took to produce a "religion" that credulous fools belonging to inferior species could embrace.

unrelieved black set off her pale skin and exquisite bone structure. Her

Ten thousand credits, Han thought. Never thought I'd be desperate enough to risk it all on one high-stakes sabacc game … especially if I'm playing against a sharpie like Lando …