They do a lot of talking in the sweet air of the control room, about everything and nothing.

There are worse things than being lashed.

Gentrification is the consumption of the working class.

Sixteen ways of looking at a rabbit.

The chiricsanango, or yesterday today and tomorrow plant, has color-changing flowers that last for just three days: yesterday they were purple, today they are lavender, tomorrow they will be white, and then they will be gone.

Tsukishima knew if he didn't look now, he never would, so he steeled himself. “If you want to show me, then show me, sir.”

Tsurumi kept one hand on Tsukishima’s shoulder and pulled away the headplate with the other, setting it down on the bedside table.

Desire can't move past, only onward.

After everyone but himself and Jyn died on Scarif, Bodhi did his best to hide from anything resembling excitement. Unfortunately, the Force - and the New Republic - had other plans.

do they keep me afloat//or just wrap around my throat like a noose on a rope?//probably both

Goodsir is at heart a merciful man; Hickey uses that against him.