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“Luck is certainly part of it,” he agreed. “On the other hand, I’ve found that what most people call luck is often little more than raw talent combined with the ability to make the most of opportunities.”
And to learn exactly what it was Luke Skywalker had done to make her so desperately hate him.
“I have no qualms about accepting a useful idea merely because it wasn’t my own. My position and ego are not at stake here.”
Mourning the loss of a friend and teacher was both fitting and honorable, but to dwell unnecessarily on that loss was to give the past too much power over the present.
Fear and anger, Yoda had often warned him, were the slaves of the dark side. Vaguely, Luke wondered which side curiosity served.
“Do you know the difference between an error and a mistake, Ensign?”
“Anyone can make an error, Ensign. But that error doesn’t become a mistake until you refuse to correct it.”
Giving in to fear would only rob him of the ability to think, and that was the last thing he could afford to lose at this point.
Sentient beings, human and Wookiee alike, simply could not maintain a continual state of vigilance when there was no visible enemy to be vigilant toward.
“All men want power. And the more they have, the more they want.”
