Darman Quotes

We're all going to die sometime, so you might as well die pushing the odds for something that matters.

Darman: I want my HUD back. I want my enhanced view. Fi: But you get to wear face camo instead. Makes you feel wild and dangerous. Sev: I'm wild. And then I get dangerous. Shut up. Fi: Copy that. [exits Sev's comlink channel] Miserable di'kut. Scorch: Don't mind him. He'll be fine once he's killed something.

Prep for docking,” said the pilot’s voice over the intercom. “You’re off watch, and I’m not, you barves …” “Shower, food, sleep,” said Darman, prioritizing. Atin shook his head. “Food, shower, sleep.” “Sleep,” said Niner. “Then more sleep.” They looked at Corr. “Glorious revolution, then installing a military junta,” he said. Etain stared, not at all sure about his hidden depths, but he laughed. “Or a nice big plate of minced roba patties. I’m easy.

Reagan understood an important distinction that (Lyndon) Johnson never grasped: being in control and being successful aren't always the same thing.

Darman was expert at his craft, too, but there was a sense of hard-won skill, and there was no randomness or mystery to that. She liked him for being so pragmatic. It crossed her mind that she might be saving clone soldiers from death by biological agent so they could die from blaster and cannon round. It was a horrible thought.

It was just like him to convince people he didn't want something until he was sure he was going to get it.

He didn't say that. He read what was given to him in a speech.

But unlike Jack, Bobby had not been groomed to be a candidate, and he was constitutionally incapable of the flattery and false praise with which politicians like Johnson got others to do their daily bidding.

All his life, he had found his way out of difficult situations by determining what people wanted and then convincing them that he was the best one to provide it. Then he'd go ahead and provide it, even if providing it meant walking the narrowest of paths.

As in all societies, marriage was of vital importance because it not only ensured the continuation of the family, the bedrock of all civilisations, but also contributed towards social stability. What was society but a vast collection of families, each operating according to a framework of rules and regulations passed down from generation to generation? Good citizens were not created and raised by kings but by husbands and wives. Marriage was therefore one of the most important institutions in the civilised world.

For Darman, tax reform had a more fundamental goal—it addressed a deep and abiding problem in the American political and social psyche. The disintegration of the tax code over the past few decades had undermined people’s faith not only in the tax system, but in government itself, he believed.

Guadalcanal U.S. 1,600 killed, 4,200 wounded.

He smiled. ‘They do not follow the

amassed at Wenden and, unless they

one of the council, a dour-looking man with a

Riga. My father is still angry with you

him. The meal was a modest and sober affair

and his escort were offered beer. ‘I have given your father’s offer great consideration, Prince Sigurd,’ said Lembit, ‘and have concluded that it would be prudent to agree upon a cessation of hostilities before we can think of an alliance. If your father keeps his longships away from the coast and rivers of Estonia for six months then I see no reason why an alliance cannot be forged thereafter.’ ‘I can tell my father that you are agreeable to an alliance, lord?’ asked Sigurd. ‘You may tell him that if he suspends his raiding against Estonia for a period of six months, prince, then afterwards you may return and we will discuss things further. Let us walk before we attempt to run.’ Sigurd toasted his host with his cup. He seemed pleased with the outcome. At the very least he would keep his head if nothing else. Lembit was doubtful whether Olaf would be able to keep his men from the women and children who inhabited the villages along the Baltic coast. Pillage and rape was in Oeselian

heard the creaking of the ship’s timbers and wondered

clinker-built fishing vessels. The high bow was necessary

the son of Olaf. The latter was a tall,

Thaddeus was organising the positioning of the

For him (LBJ) food was not an indulgence but and intoxicant, an object he reached for to fill a gaping void, one he could never fill up.

You are as old as the woman you are feeling.

A day, a year, a life. They are all fleeting,

Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake,

Lithuanians and it would take more than

She held her hand out to him. He hesitated for a moment and then reached across the table and took it. “We could be dead tomorrow, both of us,” she said. “Or the next day, or next week. That’s war.” She thought of the other Fi, whose life had ebbed away in her arms. “And I don’t want to die without telling you that I missed you every day since you left, and that I love you, and that I don’t believe what I was taught about attachment any more than you should believe that you were bred only to die for the Republic.” This was breaking all the rules. But the war had broken all the rules of peacekeeping Jedi and a civilized Republic anyway. The Force wouldn’t be thrown into turmoil if a mediocre Jedi and a cloned soldier who had no rights broke just one more. “I never stopped thinking about you, either,” said Darman. “Not for a moment.

What are these things?” he asked. “I saw them on the river, too.” Ruby- and sapphire-colored insects were dancing above the surface of the puddle. “Daywings,” Etain said. “I’ve never seen colors like it.” “They hatch and take flight for a day, and they die by the evening,” she said. “A brief and glorious …” Her voice trailed off. She was appalled at her own insensitivity. She began assembling an apology, but Darman didn’t appear to need one. “They’re amazing,” he said, completely absorbed by the spectacle. “They certainly are,” she said, and watched him.

Dan Rostenkowski, the Democratic chairman of Ways and Means, for help. Over lunch in December 1988, “Rosty” agreed to “avoid embarrassing the new President on taxes for one year—but for only one year,” Dick Darman recalled. “Given the no-new-taxes pledge,” Darman noted, “even a one-year reprieve seemed better than none.” Bush took it, happily. Darman was reading Time’s coverage of the bipartisan announcement of a 1989 budget that avoided the hard choices until 1990. The headline, Darman knew, said it all: “Wait Till Next Year.

bearing a motif of a red

to live in perpetual darkness allows one to see things more clearly, if that is not a contradiction in terms. It has allowed me to look into men’s souls more deeply, to see them for what they are and not what they present to the world. It has been a most illuminating experience.

Darman was determined to make him welcome. “’Cuy, vod’ika.” He slapped the seat next to him. “Park your shebs there. We’d pour you some of the GAR-issue caf but we like you too much for that. We’re waiting for Sergeant Kal.” Corr sat down as ordered, and Niner and Atin leaned across to clasp his arm.