Palpatine Quotes Novels & Stories

“What, you thought saving the world would be glamorous?” “I thought maybe it wouldn’t include so many legal clauses,” I said, waving a dusty scroll. He snorted. “You sound like Cassian.” “Please, if I sounded like Cassian, I’d be complaining with my whole chest and quoting a dramatic poem about death.” As if summoned, Cassian popped his head into the room. “I heard that,” he said. “And I do not appreciate the slander. I quote only the best dramatic poems.” “Get out,” Killian and I said in unison.

“I want to give humankind a second chance. I want them to experience what it feels like to be immortal, to not be able to die at an old age or due to a sickness. I want them to feel the strength and the power—” “Enough!” Lucas shot at him with cold-blooded eyes. His words were starting to irritate him and he could not stand such. “You are not God, Patton. Even God is not as wild as you are. This thing you call a new future, is eternal damnation.” Patton raised his hand to stop him and said with a smile, “I am not asking you to express your opinion about it. All I am asking is a dose of your blood. Is that too much to ask for?”

" he asked losing his patience. "It's a business conference, isn't it? I think I have the right to be here just as you are" Darth replied flashing a wicked grin. Ethan looked slightly confused as he retorted, "You're no businessman, you don't even own a company." But Darth's grin only grew as he countered, "Are you so sure about that?" he asked and Ethan shook his head in annoyance, why was he even wasting his time having a conversation with this man, he turned around and began to walk away. But as he walked off, Darth's parting words hung in the air like a threat. "Get ready for my comeback, Ethan. You're not expecting it," he said with a smug smile as he watched Ethan's retreating back.

His voice calm, dangerous. “To the Varela daughter… If you want to fight for ghosts, come and die with them. But this empire was never yours to reclaim.” He looked directly into the camera. “I’m not your enemy. I’m your evolution.” The screen went black.

Vision: my eyes are full of my own fury and pain; yet my voice trembles as I answer, “Give him back. I will not bargain. I will not yield. Nothing in you has the right to claim that body.” The Dark Lord’s lips twitch—perhaps a smile, perhaps just a motion. “I do not argue right,” he says. “I show possibility. The dark does not seek to steal the name—it only invites it to share. The choice may be painful for the world.” The air freezes within the scene. Even the soldiers, disciplined as they are, recoil for a heartbeat. Cassian steps forward, sword in hand, but Aedan signals with his palm to hold. Aedan’s first weapon is not his blade now—it is his voice, his command. “If you do anything that

All were too stunned to think, much less speak after everything they had witnessed thus far. “Heavens be damned,” Paveloth muttered after the long, deafening silence. His voice trembled with defeat. “We’re barely able to control ourselves at home,” he continued. “We can’t control the fleets out there. They’re… mad with profit. E-even if the Federation got itself together, instantly… I don’t think we could…” One of the senators suddenly jumped up in surprise. His eyes had bugged out wide, then scrambled around wildly. “Of course she knows that we can’t do that!” he said. “She’s basically promising to wipe us out! What we need to do is bail out of here! We’re all gods-damned doomed!”

“But so much of you is just as I remember.” Luke grows close. Professor Harlan’s entire body tenses; visibly. Luke stops in his tracks, seeing there is a line and that he is about to cross it. But Luke is perceptive. He knows when to draw back. “I’m surprised you came. What with me… being here,” Luke admits. “You weren’t even on my mind when I heard about Padmé.” Luke knows his nephew means that as an insult, but he thinks that perhaps it signals growth. There was a time when not even the death of a parent could have persuaded Professor Harlan to come home if Luke was going to be there.

The Senior Archon of Enril regarded Alpha Tobias gravely, narrowing his eyes as he discerned a dark energy emanating from the floor influencing Tobias. Standing before Leia, who also experienced peculiar sensations, he responded to Tobias in a friendly manner, aiming to diffuse the tension: "I understand your perspective, Alpha Tobias. We will need to approach this situation carefully and with patience."

“Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love.” - Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. ~ CASPIAN ~ “I forgot to tell you all that this is only the beginning.” Those words reverberate like thunderbolts before they are gone again, their absence shifting the battlefield into a silence heavier than fear. Heavier than pain. Heavier than loss.

"You are a brilliant. fighter. Although you don't have full control of your abilities, you have plenty potential for growth" "Why don't you leave your master then. There is one more worthy than any other in the universe. Will you follow the one we serve?"