Evan Currie Quotes

Why do I have a sudden urge to say I have a bad feeling about this?

That was fine with Bermont. As a Canadian he'd always had the sneaking suspicion that Americans were crazy in more than just the good ways, and Texans were all that and a side of loco in his experience.

... they couldn't do it the easy way, so they cut through the problem and made another option.

To his mind, if you were going to kill a man you should have the guts and honor to at least accept a degree of risk yourself, no matter how small. Pushing a button and killing people by remote was no way to do things. It made soldiers lazy and careless. The world had politicians for that already. It didn't need to add soldiers to the list.

Nero took another look at the screens, then turned around and headed up to the top command level, where Rael was trying to coordinate the entire mess they were currently mired in. Mostly, that just amounted to watching helplessly while their teams went about their jobs, but Nero supposed it was the thought that mattered. As

For myself, I'll trust what I believe when my mind is calm, rational, and at peace.

The more bragging you see on the media, the faster the war is turning against the braggarts. If

The fun thing about insanity is that it is often so very hard to tell it apart from brilliance.

This is not what you call courage?" "The difference between courage and stupidity is measured only by success and survival," he answered. "So ask me again when we're back topside.

A soldier fought better when he knew that he was not only needed, but appreciated back home. There were few things as degrading to man than to come home to the people you served, only to be shunned and reviled by them.

If we survive this, I'm going to have a very serious talk with the techs back home about what constitutes "need to know.

Genius and insanity were often separated only by the results. Unfortunately, sometimes it could take generations before you really saw the full scale of the results, and this was one of those times,

History was one of the things that Eric studied, both professionally and personally. He was an advocate of the expression that one must learn from history or be doomed to repeat it, though in his less optimistic moments he felt that if one did learn from history then you were doomed to watch others repeat it. Humanity, honestly, did very little that didn't disappoint him as a whole.

Oh my lord, I hurt," he mumbled, licking his lips and spitting out a piece of his helmet face shield. Shatterproof my ass. Slowly

I'll not ask another generation to shoulder my burden.

Freedom. That's the core of why we do what we do. Peace is a fallacy in itself. Personally, I only know of two forms of peace - peace in death and the peace of slavery." He snorted in amusement. "And I'm not certain about death.

Yeah, I think we've found what we were looking for." "You know what that is?" "Not a clue, but I bet you it's what we're looking for," Ramirez said firmly. "Does this look like anything less than the control room for a sci-fi superweapon to you?" "It's missing the evil overlord's throne, but other than that . . . ?" Pierce shrugged. "Sure, why not?

If it weren't happening, he would have sworn that their reproduction speed alone violated the laws of thermodynamics - or at least common decency. The

That level of irony was such that it should not exist in a sane universe, but then he had never once believed the universe to be sane.

It's quality versus quantity, but quantity has a quality all its own,

They didn't fear... They were fear!

It was always better to have friends in low places, often far better, than having them in high places. At least when it came to Sorilla's line of work. Friends in high places tended to forget your name as soon as things got inconvenient, but she'd been consistently surprised by how loyal thugs and thieves could be in the right circumstances. They might literally stab you in the back, true, but they'd never just forget your name and ignore you in a crisis. Sorilla learned a long time past that she preferred an honest betrayal over a political one.

Very few things in the living universe are truely inert. So those with the eyes to see it, can precieve a very different realm from mundane world of man.

Honestly, there probably wasn't a lot of difference between them.

It is always easier to curse in another language than your own!

The main difference between a fighter pilot and God is that God doesn't think he was a fighter pilot.

Why is it that the best terrorists, the worst enemies, and the most dangerous people in the world always seem to be schooled in the North American Confederation?" Weston asked.

She'd been desperate, more times than she cared to remember, and knew that it took a certain level of real oppression to bring out violence from desperation.

Sometimes it was the journey that counted and every one of them had signed on for an odyssey.

Too bad we don't always get what we want.

in his opinion. Masters himself was Ranger tabbed,

We don't bolt, Ensign ... We advance cautiously to the front and quickly to the rear.

All right, who prayed for the miracle?" he asked softly. Three guys raised their hands. "You're all promoted. Nice work.

It had started with a fight that led to a breakup with her boyfriend, and now the whole damned solar system had apparently decided it was time to pay a visit to the Big Apple.

Bombs were generally the tools of cowards or the desperate, those who either had no stomach for looking their opponents in the eyes or those who were so outclassed that honor had become a dangerous and entirely unaffordable affectation.

Eric found that his choice of lifestyle never failed to offer him challenges to keep things interesting.

You never chased a sentient into his own environment unless you absolutely had to and you had sufficient forces to handle ten times the force you could see. Break that rule at your peril, as the poor screaming bastard in the water was now learning.

Sometime you end with your god but usually the numbers were the best path. Knowing when to draw the line was the hardest skill you can master.

The military sowed a spirit of brotherhood in its members, by necessity as well as plan, and that spirit was a vengeful one when its ire was aroused.

There were times when it was better to beg forgiveness than ask for identification. Reed

Eric stood alone, perched above the battleground as he looked out at the city beyond and tried to remember a time when he wasn't fighting. He knew that there had been such times. In fact, he knew intellectually that he had spent more time at peace in his life than he had at war. Why then, can I only remember the war?

Stress is for when you have options, decisions to make.

Usually, a country without a strong military would have had its politicians strung up by their entrails long before they managed to create quite this much red tape.

The Corps does more with less than anyone else on the planet, so they always get less to do more with.

CLEARVIEW, QUEENS

A soldier's first duty, his reason for being, is not to fight. Fighting is the final recourse for any civilized people. His duty is not even to preserve the peace; that is a police officer's job," Comdr. Stephen Michaels of the NAC military said by rote, remembering the many long nights of arguments and discussions that had brought this to his mind. "A soldier's first duty is simply to stand between his nation and any who might wish it harm.

There are some things in this universe that are better left unknown. Some knowledge changes you. That knowledge exact a terrible toll!

The difference between courage and stupidity is measured by success and survival.

Alright, chalk it up to magic supertech, and let's move on," Morgan said.

I'm either starting to like these people, or I'm going to shoot them,

she knew that pacifism was the superior way of life. The problem was that it was a lot like communism in that it was only perfect on paper. Put it in the real world and things fell apart fast because it depended on the good will and behavior of people for it to work. And people are an ugly sort at the best of times. In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man was kind. In the land of pacifists, it was the man who was willing to throw a punch.

It was a foolish warrior who entrusted his weapons to the care of any man, save himself.

Erik had long recognized that technology was a tool. Even the tech that created the Drasin. One didn't get angry at a tool. One did not fear a tool. Emotions were reserved for the person handling the tool.

Evolution wasn't a blueprint; it was a series of mistakes that occasionally turned out to be beneficial.

Stephanos was angry, but he was still a military man, and the best path to victory was following orders. Not exacting revenge.

Earth's orbital grid was a mish-mash of new and old systems, not even a tenth as deadly as it should be due to political considerations that, until very recently, seemed so incredibly important.

That would be one lousy way to end the human race, locked in a nuclear war with the Block while a Drasin fleet came down on all their heads. Not that there are many good ways to end the human race, I suppose.

Hell is a state of being, not a physical place.

Fighter pilots. What idiot idea possessed me to put fighter pilots at the controls of starships?

Insanity had its place, and that place was generally when all the sane options had been exhausted.

Weston chuckled, shaking his head. "Sometimes I wonder who's really in charge of this heap." "You are." Steph grinned. "And none of the rest of us want to take your place if you get your dumb ass killed, so bear with us, all right?

soldier's first duty, his reason for being, is not to fight. Fighting is the final recourse for any civilized people. His duty is not even to preserve the peace; that is a police officer's job,

All right, roger that. Don't get dead." "That's high on my list of priorities.

Why is it that we only see short-term benefits? No one wants to invest in the future if it's more than twenty-four hours away,