I'm content to stand on tradition. I'm even more content to wipe my feet on it.
Life is like an analogy.
Any sufficiently badly-written science is indistinguishable from magic.
When all else fails, complicate matters
The analysis of the thing is not the thing itself.
Oh, wonderful. I killed his father. He hates me. He knows how to make bombs. Come on, Wedge, how does this story end?