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A pair of starfighters. Jedi starfighters. Only two. Two is enough. Two is enough because the adults are wrong, and their younglings are right. Though this is the end of the age of heroes, it has saved its best for last.
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Jedi do not fight for peace. That's only a slogan, and is as misleading as slogans always are. Jedi fight for civilization, because only civilization creates peace. We fight for justice because justice is the fundamental bedrock of civilization: an unjust civilization is built upon sand. It does not long survive a storm.
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A tale is told of twin boys born to different mothers. One is dark by nature, the other light. One is rich, the other poor. One is harsh, the other gentle. One is forever youthful, the other old before his time. One is mortal. They share no bond of blood or sympathy, but they are twins nonetheless. They each live without ever knowing that they are brothers. They each die fighting the blind god.
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The dark is generous, and it is patient. It is the dark that seeds cruelty into justice, that drips contempt into compassion, that poisons love with grains of doubt. The dark can be patient, because the slightest drop of rain will cause those seeds to sprout. The rain will come, and the seeds will sprout, for the dark is the soil in which they grow, and it is the clouds above them, and it waits behind the star that gives them light. The dar..
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The dark is generous. Its first gift is concealment: our true faces lie in the dark beneath our skins, our true hearts remain shadowed deeper still. But the greatest concealment lies not in protecting our secret truths, but in hiding from us the truths of others. The dark protects us from what we dare not know.
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Matthew Woodring Stover |
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It is a truism that when one is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. The glory of art is that it can show this proverbial hammer how everything looks to a screwdriver--and to a plowshare, and to an earthenware pot. If reality is the sum of our perceptions, to acquire more varying points of view is to acquire, literally, more reality.
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Vengeance is mine saith the Lord but this morning He's going to fucking well have to share.
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So this is how liberty dies," she was saying to herself. "With cheering, and applause."
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Okay, maybe I don't have to solve every problem with my fists...but every once in awhile, a situation arises that is substantially improved by the judicious application of force.
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Matthew Woodring Stover |
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This is Obi-Wan Kenobi: A phenomenal pilot who doesn't like to fly. A devastating warrior who'd rather not fight. A negotiator without peer who frankly prefers to sit alone in a quiet cave and meditate.
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Matthew Woodring Stover |
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Suffering is the fuel in the engine of civilization." -Vergere"
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Now that it's too late, now that I lie here dying on this bloodstained sand, I finally get it. I understand, now. I understand. I know what he meant. My father told me that to know the enemy is half the battle. I know you, now. That's right. It's you. All of you who sit in comfort and watch me die, who see the twitch of my bowels through my own eyes: You are my enemy. Corpses lie scattered around me, gleanings left in a wheat field by a car..
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Once you sand the corners off consequences, people start to get really fucking weird.
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His agony somehow became an invisible hand, stretching out through the Force, a hand that found her, far away, alone in her apartment in the dark, a hand that felt the silken softness of her skin and the sleek coils of her hair, a hand that dissolved into a field of pure energy, of pure feeling that reached inside her-- And now he felt her, really felt her in the Force, as though she could have been some kind of Jedi, too, but more than tha..
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And Anakin is on his way despite the dread boiling through his blood. That's what makes him a real hero. Not the way the HoloNet labels him; not without fear, but stronger than fear. He looks the dragon in the eye and doesn't even slow down.
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Matthew Woodring Stover |
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It's one thing to be a good guy because that's who you are. It's something else to be a good guy because you're too much a fucking pussy to break the rules.
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The problem with happy endings," Tan'elKoth said, "is that nothing is ever truly over."
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When you eat, eat. When you sleep, sleep. When you fight, fight.
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never depend on the efforts of others to push back the darkness.
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You've been off fighting the war in the Outer Rim. You don't know what it's been like, dealing with all the petty squabbles and special interests and greedy, grasping fools in the Senate, and Palpatine's constant, cynical, ruthless maneuvering for power--he carves away chunks of our freedom and bandages the wounds with tiny scraps of security. And for what? Look at this planet, Obi-Wan! We have given up so much freedom--how secure do we loo..
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Opposites attract, but similarities bind.
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Contemplation of death brought only one slight sting of regret, and more than a bit of puzzlement. Until this very moment, he had never realized he'd always expected, for no discernible reason-- That when he died, Anakin would be with him.
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Suddenly he felt like everything was all wrong. He'd made wrong choices every day of his life. In his mind's eye floated everyone who'd died because of him. Everyone who'd been hurt. From Mindor to Endor, back to Yavin--back to the corpses that had lain, still smoking, in the ruined doorway of the Lars moisture farm. I guess I sort of thought everything was over. I got my happy ending. I thought I did. I mean, didn't I do everything you ask..
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Matthew Woodring Stover |
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No lesson is truly learned until it has been purchased with pain
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The king of the gods took away this man's family, everyone that he loved--and still this particular man did not surrender.
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This is Anakin Skywalker: The most powerful Jedi of his generation. Perhaps of any generation. The fastest. The strongest. An unbeatable pilot. An unstoppable warrior. On the ground, in the air or sea or space, there is no one even close. He has not just power, not just skill, but dash: that rare, invaluable combination of boldness and grace.
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Padme
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If i listen hard enough, i can hear that voice: that small quiet whisper in the back of my head that keeps on insisting "My will, or i won't"."
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you must understand that not even the Jedi know all there is to be known about the Force; no mortal mind can. We speak of the as someone ignorant of gravity might say it is the will of a river to flow to the ocean; it is a metaphor that describes our ignorance. The simple truth - if any truth is ever simple - is that we do not truly know what the will of the Force may be. We can know. It is so far beyond our limited understanding that w..
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I knew an Ethersworn monk once, who made it a practice to believe six impossible things before breakfast; if he could manage only five, he stayed in bed.
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Matthew Woodring Stover |
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Suffering is the fuel in the engine of civilization. Now he begins to understand: because pain is a god--he has been in the grip of this cruel god ever since Anakin's death. But it is also a teacher, and a bridge. It can be a slave master, and break you--and it can be the power that makes you unbreakable. It is all these things, and more. At the same time. What it is depends on who you are. But who am I? he wonders. I've been running like D..
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pain
suffering
strength
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self-realization
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Mace flipped up a thumb. "You think being armed and ruthless means you can do whatever you want." He folded his thumb and flipped up his forefinger. "You think nobody will stand up to you when they're naked." He folded that one again and flipped up the next. "And you think you're going to look inside my bag."
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universe." Tan'elKoth's tone remained dry and precise, but his face grew ever more grim. "Chambaraya is, one might say, a smaller knot of mind within the Worldmind: what the elves call T'nnalldion. Through Faith, the Bog can get its corporate fingers into that knot, unbind it, and tie it again in their own image." Avery shook her head blankly, uncomprehending. Tan'elKoth's expression was bleak as an open grave. "They'll make of it a world l..
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Matthew Woodring Stover |
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Before one can learn truth, one must unlearn lies.
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Matthew Woodring Stover |
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In my dreams, I always do it right.
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Matthew Woodring Stover |
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Until the possible becomes actual, it is only a distraction. Be mindful of what is, not what might be.
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star-wars
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Matthew Woodring Stover |
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What distinguishes a flower from a weed is only--and exactly--this: the choice of the gardener
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Matthew Woodring Stover |
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What, like a giant self-help book? Building a Better You in Only Fourteen Thousand Rooms?
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Matthew Woodring Stover |
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They're just zombies. If we have to fight our way through shoulder-to-shoulder zombies in all fourteen thousand rooms, I don't figure it'll raise too much of a sweat. Take a long damn time, though.
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Matthew Woodring Stover |
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Everybody spends their whole lives pretending that shit isn't random. We trace connections between events, and we invest those connections with meaning. That's why we all make stories out of our lives. That's what stories are: ways of pretending that things happen for a reason.
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Matthew Woodring Stover |
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many truths we regard as immutable are, in fact, surprisingly context dependent.
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Matthew Woodring Stover |
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last name's just for people who want you to be impressed by their parents." I"
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Matthew Woodring Stover |
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a last name's just for people who want you to be impressed by their parents." I"
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Earth's not so bad--" "How would you know?" Tan'elKoth said acidly. "It is only in these past few days that you have had contact with the actual realities of Earth. Are you having fun?" He waved toward the window, where Kollberg now had one hand openly kneading his groin while he leaned one cheek and the side of his open mouth against the glass. Avery flinched and looked away. She hugged herself more tightly. "I don't understand. If you hat..
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