Top 150 Chuck Wendig Quotes (2024 Update)
Page 3 of 4

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

— Chuck Wendig

102. “Did you know the Death Star had a bar? Ugly, austere little place – really like all Imperial architecture, ugh – and the selection of spirits was hardly commendable.”

— Chuck Wendig

103. “Nothing except the desire between them, the ground below them, the night above.”

— Chuck Wendig

104. “Hell, nobody’s okay. Maybe we never were, and we damn sure aren’t now. But we’re here. Until we’re not. And that’s all I find it fair to ask for.”

— Chuck Wendig

105. “Don’t you dare say he’s going to be a bandit. He’ll be an angel.”

— Chuck Wendig

106. “People are weird, Atlanta thinks. Everybody’s someone different than you suspect.”

— Chuck Wendig

107. “You can’t be friends with a droid.”

— Chuck Wendig

108. “It’s happening,” he says. “Jakku.” “I know.” “It’s gonna be one helluva battle. It might get bad.” “I know that, too.” He chews his lip. “It feels weird, doesn’t it?” “Not being there, you mean.” “Yeah. You, me, Luke. Chewie. The Falcon. Those two walking talking garbage cans. It feels weird we’re not part of it.” “We’ve got our own adventure.” She pats her belly. “End of an era,” he says. “And the start of a new one.”

— Chuck Wendig

109. “Ackbar interjects: “But we also must recognize the Empire’s ability to play the long game. Our victory over Endor was fortunate, but the Empire orchestrated that trap with great patience.”

— Chuck Wendig

110. “I heard that if you complain it reprograms your brain like a computer virus and it just makes you more and more unhappy, so I’m going to stay positive because I bet the opposite is true, too.”

— Chuck Wendig

111. “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.”

— Chuck Wendig

112. “The tyrant Palpatine is dead. But the fight isn’t over. The war goes on even as the Empire’s power diminishes. But we are here for you. Know that wherever you are, no matter how far out into the Outer Rim you dwell, the New Republic is coming to help. Already we’ve captured dozens of Imperial capital ships and Destroyers –.”

— Chuck Wendig

113. “Democracy is not in need of defense. People are.”

— Chuck Wendig

114. “Florida: America’s hot, moist land-wang.”

— Chuck Wendig

115. “And the lone Jedi that exists – the son of Anakin Skywalker – possesses an untouchable soul. At least for now.”

— Chuck Wendig

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

— Chuck Wendig

117. “The Wookiee tilts his head back and ululates a loud, joyful growl, then wraps his impossible arms around the smuggler. Solo looks like a child snatched up by an eager parent – for a moment his whole body lifts up off the ground, his legs kicking as the Wookiee purrs and barks.”

— Chuck Wendig

118. “He’s heard tales of the Clone Wars -tales spoken by his own father. He knows how war goes. It’s not many wars, but just one, drawn out again and again, cut up into slices so it seems more manageable.”

— Chuck Wendig

119. “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.”

— Chuck Wendig

120. “That is how science and medicine are practiced best, though – we are best when we admit our ignorance up front, and then attempt to fill the darkness of not-knowing with the light of information and knowledge.”

— Chuck Wendig

121. “Who hasn’t looked around their work environment and played the “What around here could be a weapon?” game?”

— Chuck Wendig

122. “We need to get back to the Alliance – ” She corrects herself. That’s old thinking. “The New Republic.”

— Chuck Wendig

123. “One helmeted cop is flung from his vehicle. The other crawls out onto the hood of his speeder, opening fire with a pair of blasters – just as a hunk of stone cracks him in the helmet, knocking him to the ground.”

— Chuck Wendig

124. “You wouldn’t call yourself a runner if you quit every race your ran halfway through.”

— Chuck Wendig

125. “We laugh so that we don’t scream.”

— Chuck Wendig

126. “I want soldiers who hate what they had to do and fear having to ever do it again.” “And if that means we lose the war?” “Then we lose the war by keeping ourselves.” That.”

— Chuck Wendig

127. “If one wants power, one must take it.”

— Chuck Wendig

128. “Showing it off – and not caring who cared – was a sign of strength. So now she trembles.”

— Chuck Wendig

129. “And better still, reference librarians served well in the role that the internet never did: They were the perfect bouncers at the door of bad information. Or, put differently, they were the best vectors to transmit truth.”

— Chuck Wendig

130. “From the box, he withdraws a helmet. Pitted and pocked, as if with some kind of acid. But still – he raps his knuckles on it. The Mandalorians knew how to make armor, didn’t they? “Look at this,” he says, holding it up. “Mandalorian battle armor. Whole box. Complete set, by the looks of it. Been through hell and back. I think my boss will appreciate this.”

— Chuck Wendig

131. “This is Wedge Antilles of the New Republic. I am trapped on the Star Destroyer Vigilance in the space above Akiva, and I am in –.”

— Chuck Wendig

132. “Honestly, you ask me, I think it’s aliens,” she said, fast putting an end to her moment as the voice of sanity.”

— Chuck Wendig

133. “Conflict is the food that feeds the reader. It’s a spicy hell-broth that nourishes.”

— Chuck Wendig

134. “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.”

— Chuck Wendig

135. “Rebellions work. We’ve seen it. We’ve helped make it happen.”

— Chuck Wendig

136. “It is vital we demilitarize our government so that a galactic war cannot happen like this again.”

— Chuck Wendig

137. “Hey, pal. You still know how to contact the other refugees? Roshyk, Hrrgn, Kirratha, and them?” Group of a half-dozen Wookiees who escaped Kessel and got away from the Empire when nobody else could. Group of the meanest, hairiest brutes.”

— Chuck Wendig

138. “Chewbacca’s back home, looking for his family. Luke’s searching the galaxy for old Jedi teachings. Han Solo’s got nothing to smuggle, nowhere to gamble, no foolish Rebellion to fight for. He’s like the Falcon: retired to a hangar somewhere, waiting for something, anything, to happen.”

— Chuck Wendig

139. “Here’s how we do things in America: We identify a problem, then we promptly ignore it until it’s not just biting our ass, but it’s already eaten the right cheek and has started on the left.”

— Chuck Wendig

140. “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.”

— Chuck Wendig

141. “Somehow, the disappearance of coffee feels worse than the disappearance of all humankind.”

— Chuck Wendig

142. “Personal opinion time: some of the bravest, strangest, coolest stories right now are being told in the young adult space. It’s stuff that doesn’t fly by tropes or adhere to rules – appropriate, perhaps, since young adults tend to flick cigarettes in the eyes of the rules and don’t play by social norms as much as adults do.”

— Chuck Wendig

143. “Old books, the kind that give off the smell of dust and decay, an odor Balastair associates with the scent of pure knowledge. Knowledge of new things. Knowledge of new places. Every book a doorway – a cabinet of curiosities opening to a new land.”

— Chuck Wendig

144. “Humankind was a disease. The earth was the body.”

— Chuck Wendig

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

— Chuck Wendig

146. “Fetches cups of caf.”

— Chuck Wendig

147. “Everything else is coming apart, but we are going to do the opposite. We are going to come together.”

— Chuck Wendig

148. “There is no quality of soul more subtle than non-violence and no virtue of spirit greater than reverence for life.”

— Chuck Wendig

149. “Sometimes the work emerged out of intent – the desire to make a specific thing. But just as often, what she created was not of her design, but, rather, was like archaeology: It was more of an uncovering, as if the artist’s job was simply to find what the material was trying to hide. And then wrestle it to the surface, so that all could see. Or, in her case, cut the trapped spirit free.”

— Chuck Wendig

150. “In horror’s wake, hope was a bountiful garden.”

— Chuck Wendig