Yes, Zathras understand. No, Zathras not understand, but Zathras do. Zathras good at doings, not understandings. Zathras honored to meet you for many reasons.
“I will just take the opportunity to tell you, since I don’t believe I’ve ever done it before at one of our family gatherings—not precisely, I mean—just how brainless you are, Deborah. Truly brainless. Not simply stupid. Bar-ain-less. As in: brains of a carrot.”
The girl of my dreams is a vegetable!
Forgive him, but as you can see, he has no brain.
Where are you going to look for Spock’s brain? How’re you gonna find it?
“It’s an imperfect universe. Deal with it.”
For the record (if anyone cares), virtually all my quotes are from David Weber’s Honorverse–with 20 books or so, I won’t be running low anytime soon…
My experience is that there is, you know, surprisingly, always hope.
[What, no Harry Harrison?]
We must be as stealthy as rats in the wainscoting of their society. It was easier in the old days, of course, and society had more rats when the rules were looser, just as old wooden buildings have more rats than concrete buildings. But there are rats in the building now as well. Now that society is all ferrocrete and stainless steel there are fewer gaps in the joints. It takes a very smart rat indeed to find these openings. Only a stainless steel rat can be at home in this environment…
I used to bullseye womp rats in my T-16 back home. They’re not much bigger than two meters.
Stupid, stupid rat creatures!
What I do on my private time is my business, Jim.
Egon: Go ahead, Ray!
Ray: [shouting at the slime] You! You worthless piece of slime! You ignorant disgusting blob!
[slime twitches]
Egon: You’re nothing but an unstable short-chained molecule!
Ray: You foul obnoxious muck!
[bubbles dangerously with every insult]
Egon: You have a weak electrochemical bond!
[starts to bubble over]
Ray: I have seen some disgusting crud in my time, but you take the cake!
Peter Venkman: This is what you do with your spare time?
Sealed with a curse as sharp as a knife. Doomed is your soul and damned is your life.
Prof: I adopted my doper name back in 2004 when I joined (and promptly forgot I was a member for the next 10 years). It was between that and Dominic Flandry)…and didn’t start reading the Mad Wizard Weber until 2007.
But it remains a proud and lonely name.
regards, Slipperly Jim
You will be required to do wrong no matter where you go.
It is the basic condition of life, to be required to violate your own identity.
At some time, every creature which lives must do so.
It is the ultimate shadow, the defeat of creation; this is the curse at work, the curse that feeds on all life.
If I’m not me, then who the hell am I?
He did not know. He simply did not know, and that made everything terribly wrong.
Skinner: You spelled Federal Bureau of Investigation wrong.
“Mulder”: It’s a typo.
Skinner: Twice.
Look, it may take a while. Want to wait? There’s a bench over there.
Never try to outstubborn a cat.
“But this - this, this, this is like being nibbled to death by… what are those Earth creatures called? Feathers, long bill, webbed feet… go ‘quack’…”
“Cats.”
“Cats. Being nibbled to death by cats.”