The death of truth is the ultimate victory of evil. When truth leaves us, when we let it slip away, when it is ripped from our hands, we become vulnerable to the appetite of whatever monster screams the loudest.
The arrogance is remarkable, isn’t it? They don’t even think about us.
Who are you?[Cassian Andor]That’s the wrong question. The right question is how much time do we have to get out of here.[Luthen Rael]
Surprise from above is never as shocking as one from below.
Service to the Empire, you just said it. Can one ever be too aggressive in preserving order?[to Dedra]
Security is an illusion. You want security? Call the Navy. Launch a regiment of troopers. We are healthcare providers. We treat sickness. We identify symptoms. We locate germs whether they arise from within or have come from the outside. The longer we wait to identify a disorder, the harder it is to treat the disease.
Rule number one, never carry anything you don’t control.[to Cassian]
Revolution is not for the sane. Look at us. Unloved. Hunted. Cannon fodder. We’ll all be dead before the Republic is back and yet… here we are.[to Wilmon]
People fail. That’s our curse.
One path! One choice. We win, or everyone dies. Starts now.[to Jayhold]
Joy has no wind at its back. Joy will not announce its arrival. You need to listen for it, and be mindful of how fleeting and delicate it can be.
It’s not stealing things that’s difficult. It’s getting away.[to Carro]
