Wake up, people! You’ve got to fight it!
"If you refuse to respond to an effort to resolve the crisis you’ve provoked by peaceful means, then I’m prepared to assume you prefer a more…bellicose resolution. In which case, Governor, my squadron and I are at your disposal.”
Either way, I don’t pretend to be a governor.
You are not the President. No one who leads so many could possibly kneel so quickly.
Do you want to be Commander in Chief of this mess? In fact, as well as name?
My name is not important. What is important is what I’m going to do. I just fucking hate this world and the human worms feasting on its carcass. My whole life is just cold, bitter hatred and I always wanted to die violently. This is the time of vengeance and no life is worth saving. And I will put in the grave as many as I can. It’s time for me to kill and it’s time for me to die. My genocide crusade begins here.
I was bad enough to be helped; I had to know I was good enough to help.
You learn from what you are taught, which is veritably unheard of.
“I hate slavery. Always have. Imbibed it from my mother’s milk, probably. She was a slave too, you know. Not exactly the same kind as Manpower’s, but close enough. And the two things I always study a lot are the things I love and the things I hate.”
Leo turned, curling in air and crossing his arms. “Spacer’s Union is going to call it slave labor, you know.”
“The Union’s going to call it worse names than that.”
Since you are not familiar with our standard trading procedures, Captain, allow me to explain. We will sell you fuel, ancient artifacts, even our own Mauler starships! All that we ask in return is that you assign some of your crew to serve here at our trade world on a permanent basis.
Gee, isn’t this kind of like… slave trading?
No, no, no, Captain! Slaves have no choice in their destiny, no freedom. We would never accept the permanent assignment of one of your people unless we knew that they had granted you the rights to make such a deal.
“Do you not see the logic of my plan?”
“Yes, but it just seems too heartless.”
Whoever said the human race was logical?
“It’s your eyes,” Mrs. M. said, nodding. “Very different. People don’t like people who are different.”
Yeah, and laser beams shoot right out of my eyes.
“You’re reminding me that once I was a woman and knew love; that eyes do more than see and I have none to do it for me.”
It’s the love of right lures men to wrong.
“Which one is the right way?"
“Huh? You’re asking me that? How should I know?”
“Mortals call you Buddha.”
"That is only because they are afflicted with language and ignorance.”
And when someone makes a statement you don’t understand, don’t tell him he’s crazy. Ask what he means.
“And what’s so fascinating about those poor plants below?” she asked.
He’d had his chin resting on a hand, which he now drew away. “They don’t belong here. The longer you study them, the more obvious it is.”
“Can’t say I disagree. And you find this of interest because . . . ?”