Princess Leia: You're not actually going IN to an asteroid field? Han Solo: They'd be crazy to follow us, wouldn't they?
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Leigh Brackett
Leigh Douglass Brackett (December 7, 1915 – March 18, 1978) was an American writer, particularly of science fiction, and has been referred to as the Queen of Space Opera. She was also a screenwriter, known for her work on such films as The Big Sleep (1945), Rio Bravo (1959), The Long Goodbye (1973) and The Empire Strikes Back (1980). 2Life Leigh Brackett was born December 7, 1915 in Los Angeles, California and grew up there. On December 31, 1946, at age 31, she married Edmond Hamilton in San Gabriel, California, and moved with him to Kinsman, Ohio. She died of cancer in 1978 in Lancaster, California. 2Career 3Fiction writer Brackett was first published in her mid-twenties, the science fiction story Martian Quest, appeared in the February 1940 issue of Astounding Science Fiction. Her earliest years as a writer (1940–42) were her most productive; occasional stories have social themes, such as The Citadel of Lost Ships (1943), which considers the effects on the native cultures of alien worlds of Earth's expanding trade empire. Brackett's first novel, No Good from a Corpse, published in 1944, was a hard-boiled mystery novel in the tradition of Raymond Chandler (the book led to her first big screenwriting assignment) and Brackett's science fiction stories became more ambitious. Shadow Over Mars (1944) was her first novel-length science fiction story and though somewhat rough-edged, marked the beginning of a new style, strongly influenced by the characterization of the 1940s detective story and film noir. In 1946 Brackett married science fiction author Edmond Hamilton and Planet Stories published the novella Lorelei of the Red Mist, in which the protagonist is a thief called Hugh Stark
Darth Vader: Calrissian. Take the princess and the Wookie to my ship. Lando: You said they'd be left at the city under my supervision! Darth Vader: I am altering the deal. Pray I don't alter it any further.
Your weapons, you will not need them.
Luke: All right, I'll give it a try. Yoda: No. Try not. Do... or do not. There is no try.
Ready are you? What know you of ready? For eight hundred years have I trained Jedi. My own counsel will I keep on who is to be trained. A Jedi must have the deepest commitment, the most serious mind. This one a long time have I watched. All his life has he looked away... to the future, to the…
Luke, you can destroy the Emperor. He has foreseen this. It is your destiny. Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy as father and son.
Han Solo: You said you wanted to be around when I made a mistake, well, this could be it, sweetheart. Princess Leia: I take it back.
Princess Leia: [annoyed] Why, you stuck-up... half-witted... scruffy-looking... Nerf-herder! Han Solo: Who's scruffy-looking?
Luke: I won't fail you. I'm not afraid. Yoda: You will be. You... will... be.
Luke: I want my lamp back. I'm gonna need it to get out of this slimy mudhole. Yoda: Mudhole? Slimy? My home this is!
Don’t worry about Master Luke. I’m sure he’ll be all right. He’s quite clever, you know, for a human being.
The city’s central computer told you? R2-D2, you know better than to trust a strange computer.
Wait. Oh my! What have you done. I’m backwards. You flea-bitten furball!
Do. Or do not. There is no try.
Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you? Hmm? Hmm. And well you should not. For my ally is the Force, and a powerful ally it is. Life creates it, makes it grow. Its energy surrounds us and binds us. Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter. You must feel the Force around you;…
You must unlearn what you have learned.