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You don't know what you're doing," Mitchell says. "Poking a stick into a den of snakes." "Poke-poke, motherfuckers." Atlanta pulls the trigger.

The rebellion is home to all kinds.

Creative agitation can serve you well. Embrace it. Look into that dark hole for answers, not fear.

Hollis Copper knows that everyone has a story and if you want to speak to someone, you better find a way to speak to his or her story.

Mmph! Mmph. Translation: The Emperor will have your heads for this.

Plot is like Soylent Green: it's made of people.

I am going to do what every wife must do now and again," she says. "I am going to go rescue my husband.

The desire for perfection is like a pit of wet coal silt: it will grab your boots like iron hands and never let you go. 13.

How do you steal a Republic? By convincing its people that they cannot govern themselves - that freedom is their enemy and that fear is their ally.

No, I just mean ... I'm not into ... this."
"This?" Her scowl deepens and her teeth bare. "Aliens?"
"Women."
"Oh. Oh."
"Yes, oh."
"Oh.

The pilot, Wedge Antilles, once Red Leader and now - well, now something else, a role without a formal title, as yet,

No Sith remain," Tashu says. "And the lone Jedi that exists - the son of Anakin Skywalker - possesses an untouchable soul.

Question marks are shaped like hooks for a reason: they will hook the reader and drag them deeper into the story

Fine. Whatever. She's so unpleasant. Beautiful, sure, but it's like putting a dress on a badger. Pretty dress. Nice face. Still a badger.

Thanks, Darth Obvious. Or is it Emperor Palpable?

And one by one, senators disgorge from their vessels, tainting this very nice world with the smug and indulgent cloud of politics and government.

If there's one mystical energy that powers the galaxy, it's not the Force. It's pure, unadulterated irony.

The adults, though. They don't say much about him. Or to him. And no other Gungans come to see him, either. Nobody even says his name.

suddenly he's forced to wonder if each Jawa is just a fraternity of wet rats gathering together under brown robes and a black face veil.

That's why we gotta do good things now. Make good decisions. Try to move the rudder long before the boat ever gets near the iceberg, right?

Write as much as you can.
As fast as you can.
Finish your shit.
Hit your deadlines.
Try very hard not to suck.

We must remember that our fight continues. Our rebellion is over. But the war ... the war is just beginning. - ADMIRAL ACKBAR

Somehow, the remaining factions of the Empire are still fueling their war effort even months after the destruction of their second battle station.

The SUV carves its way through dark pine forests. Morning sun passes through the pleached trees, dappling the windows of the vehicle.

I would straight up fuck a snowman right now, she says. Just to cool down. - Miriam Black

Storytellers think they're writing for the audience. They're writing, in a way, to hurt the audience.

A good life lesson is not to take strange meat from strange people. "You're

If you want to find the way forward, then stop looking for maps and start walking.

Some of life's best moments are during a good bowel movement, and to have that robbed from you, I can't even imagine.

We need to get back to the Alliance - " She corrects herself. That's old thinking. "The New Republic.

Dialogue is a little bit jazz, a little bit hand-to-hand combat.

THE HOT WATER'S a scorcher and the cold water's like a winter puddle, and the shower offers nothing in between.

Princess Leia's baby, he knows, will have a good life. The best life.

Story should be a descent
the feeling that there is an intense gravity to the narrative that draws you down, down, down.

The Force, the Force, the Force! Everything the Force.

The future is a door.

Naughty business, this Empire.

Good story thrives on protagonists in pain.

Thankfully, it's she who spoke. Not the skeleton. Because ... gross.

On the worst day of writing, the work is instructive. On the best day, the act is transcendent.

Everything means something, but not every something matters.

Earth is home to more than twelve thousand species of ants. If you weighed all the ants and all the humans, the ants would weigh more.

Conflict is the food that feeds the reader. It's a spicy hell-broth that nourishes.

Stories have the power to make people feel. To give a shit. To change their opinions. To change the world.

I'm a certified bad-ass indestructible bitch. The sun tries to burn me, I'll kick him in his fiery balls. I don't need no stinking suntan lotion.

I smuggle, not snuggle.

I could just call you Asshole or Shithead. Because you're kinda both, you ask me.

Worry more about being a COOL HUMAN meeting other COOL HUMANS." - Chuck Wendig.
To that end, "Hello," said the cool human to all the others.

Golathan gets a mean look. Vulpine. Vicious. Like he's about to tear a chicken into wet gobbets and red feathers.

The Empire pretends it's about law and order, but at the end of the day, it's about dressing up oppression in the costume of justice. The

Food for the native Ewoks.

In the darkness, a red lightsaber rises from its hilt.

The Empire's weapon may be destroyed, but the Empire itself lives on.

Democracy is not in need of defense. People are.

Ramping a jacked-up hell-quad over a dirge-singing pack of goblins with a burned-to-death stuntman at the wheel. I'm

Because we all end up in the dirt at the end.

The Empire is just a skin we wear, you see. A shell. It's not just about law and order. It's about total control.

We think the future is robots and hovercars and maybe it's really here.

Even a small group of people can change the galaxy.

Vampires are slicker than goose shit on a glass window.

We're all the heroes of our own tales. Even villains.

Shut up and write.

Writers are goofy-headed moon-units.

Science is trumped by ignorance when the ignorant are given a vote.

For it is time to return home. It is time to return democracy to the galaxy.

Dang, that sounds like a fucking movie and shit. Sleep Hard 4: Sleep Harder.

Don't judge me, Captain Judgeypants. I go there for the sandwiches.)

Creativity needs time. We're all dying. Fuck stagnation. High-five creation.

If ever she is to die, it should be out here, in space. Born from stardust, returned to stardust.

A chill crawls up Miriam's spine. A parade of baby spiders.

He was a nice guy, Jimmy, but rich or not he was dumb as a bag of retards, and smoking all that weed didn't help.

Buying gifts for a kid. Can we get him a cute little cape and a mustache so he looks like old Uncle Lando?" Lobot

Rebellions work. We've seen it. We've helped make it happen.

That was a pretty good laptop, but Reagan's glad to lose it. Sometimes sacrifices must be made in the search for sweet lulz

So why, then, can't Ackbar shake the feeling that once again they are about to fall into a trap?

You look nervous."
"I'm ... a little nervous."
"You'll be fine. You're pretty. You're alien. You'll trend well.

The Muse is not real. Relying on the Muse is like leaning on a crutch made of playing cards.

She treats herself as if she is a divine worm born of sand and stone.

Coffee Fuck you, coffee IS TOO a virtue. Do not deny me this. Do not dare!

And in the months since the destruction of the Empire's dread battle station, we have already liberated countless planets in the name of the Alliance.

Failure is an instruction manual written in scar tissue.

The future is suddenly unpinned - evolving, spinning, leaping about like a panicked tree-loormor.

He has never won a game of Galactic Expansion against the repurposed interrogator droid. But he's close now. It's never been this close.

What...what are you?" she asked.
"I'm Batman.

Walls tagged with graffiti (one such piece of tagging: a stencil of a familiar Sith Lord's helmet with the phrase beneath it reading VADER LIVES).

All hail the light, the dark, and the grey.

The stretching, yearning stalks hiss against the boat's bottom, making a white noise that sounds like pollen coming out of a piss-blizzard.

The Empire must fall.

Balastair says with a small smile. I've missed you.

We're here to change the world, not participate in its tedium.

Sir, I don't want this to get ugly." "Have you seen your face, guardsman? Too late to wish for pretty." Temmin

You can't be friends with a droid.

Who hasn't looked around their work environment and played the "What around here could be a weapon?" game?

Between them an image is projected: a single, winking cursor. It wants a code. It wants the code.

Now she thinks to go at this all by herself: a rogue element.

He's built like a brick shithouse made of a hundred smaller brick shithouses.

The age of the insect, he thinks. The meek truly shall inherit the earth.

Put differently, harden the fuck up, soldier. (And beard the fuck on, while we're at it.)

Not it. Her. Give the Falcon some respect, kid.

My name's Mapo," the boy says. "Mesa Jar Jar.