If you take out the team in teamwork, it's just work. Now who wants that?

The truth is always greater than the words we use to describe it.

With each victory of the light, it is the dark that wins.

... Corellian curses being a synergistic blend of vulgarity, obscenity, and outright blasphemy that were the only things really worth saying when one was in the middle of being blown to monatomic dust.

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.

Every time a horse let you up onto its back, it’s giving you its life. Every time.

It's not always easy to distinguish between existentialism and a bad mood.