Star Wars: A New Hope

May the Force be with you.

They were at the wrong place at the wrong time naturally they became heroes

Someday you're going to have to learn to separate what seems to be important from what really is important.

Luke: Boy, it's lucky you have these compartments. Han: I use them for smuggling. I never thought I'd be smuggling myself in them. This is ridiculous.

there are two things men have never been able to satisfy: their curiosity and their greed.

We’re a couple of shooting stars, Biggs, and we’ll never be stopped.

You must try to divorce your actions from conscious control. Try not to focus on anything concrete, visually or mentally. You must let your mind drift, drift; only then you can use the force. You have to enter to a state in which you act on what you sense, not on what you think beforehand. You must cease cognition, relax, stop thinking... let yourself drift... free... free...

Once, under the wise rule of the Senate and the protection of the Jedi Knights, the Republic throve and grew. But as often happens when wealth and power pass beyond the admirable and attain the awesome, then appear those evil ones who have greed to match.

TK-421, why aren't you at your post?

The Force is with us always!

Kenobi’s voice when he replied was solemn. “Luke, you’ve taken the first step into a larger universe.

No one, not even the Jedi scientists, were able to truly define the force. Possibly no one ever will. Sometimes there is as much magic as science in the explanations of the force. Yet what is a magician but a practicing theorist? Now, let’s try again.

It’s the ship that made the Kessel run in less than twelve standard timeparts!” Solo told him indignantly.

He doesn’t like you,” the stubby human informed Luke in a surprisingly deep voice. “I’m sorry about that,” Luke admitted, wishing heartily he were somewhere else. “I don’t like you, either,” the smiling little man went on with brotherly negativity. “I said I was sorry about it.” Whether from the conversation it was having with the rodentlike creature or the overdose of booze, the apartment house for wayward eyeballs was obviously growing agitated. It leaned forward, almost toppling into Luke, and spewed a stream of unintelligible gibberish at him. Luke felt the eyes of a crowd on him as he grew increasingly more nervous. “ ‘Sorry,’ ” the human mimicked derisively, clearly deep into his own cups. “Are you insulting us? You just better watch yourself. We’re all wanted.” He indicated his drunken companions. “I have the death sentence on me in twelve different systems.” “I’ll be careful, then,” Luke muttered. The little man was smiling broadly. “You’ll be dead.

Yes, of course,” Luke said, realizing this wasn’t the time or place to force the issue of ’droid rights. “I’m sorry.” He looked over at Threepio. “You’d better stay outside with the speeder. We don’t want any trouble in here.

As the dusty but still sleek craft pulled into an open spot, a jawa materialized from nowhere and began running covetous hands over the metal sides. Luke leaned out and barked something harsh at the subhuman which caused it to scurry away. “I can’t abide those jawas,” murmured Threepio with lofty disdain. “Disgusting creatures.

What’s a duck?” Luke asked curiously. “Never mind. In many ways, you know, you are much like your father.

Placing both hands over his mouth in a peculiar fashion, Kenobi inhaled deeply and let out an unearthly howl that made Luke jump. “That ought to keep any laggards running for a while yet,” the old man concluded with satisfaction. “That’s a krayt dragon call!” Luke gaped in astonishment. “How did you do that?

Oh, he’s not dead,” Kenobi corrected him easily. “Not yet, not yet.” Luke climbed excitedly to his feet, all thoughts of Tusken Raiders forgotten now. “You know him, then?” A smile of perverse youthfulness split that collage of wrinkled skin and beard. “Of course I know him: he’s me. Just as you probably suspected, Luke. I haven’t gone by the name Obi-wan, though, since before you were born.

Banthas, all right,” Luke whispered over his shoulder, not considering in the excitement of the moment that Threepio might not know a Bantha from a panda.

As two of them bustled about, working on his sandcoated skin, Threepio fought to stifle an expression of disgust. One of his many human-analog functions was the ability to react naturally to offensive odors.

Shielding his eyes against the glare, Threepio saw that five of them were arranged alongside the huge sandcrawler. Thoughts of escape did not enter his mind. Such a concept was utterly alien to a mechanical. The more intelligent a robot was, the more abhorrent and unthinkable the concept. Besides, had he tried to escape, built-in sensors would have detected the critical logic malfunction and melted every circuit in his brain.

Relax!” old Ben urged him. “Be free. You’re trying to use your eyes and ears. Stop predicting and use the rest of your mind.

I can’t see,” Luke muttered, turning around and forcing Kenobi to step back out of range of the dangerously wavering saber. “How can I fight?” “With the force,” old Ben explained. “You didn’t really ‘see’ the seeker when it went for your legs the last time, and yet you parried its beam. Try to let that sensation flow within you again.” “I can’t do it,” Luke moaned. “I’ll get hit again.” “Not if you let yourself trust you,” Kenobi insisted, none too convincingly for Luke. “This is the only way to be certain you’re relying wholly on the force.

He stood on the sand watching the double sunset as first one and then the other of Tatooine's twin suns sank slowly behind the distant range of dunes. In the fading light the sands turned gold, russet, and flaming red-orange before advancing night put the bright colors to sleep for another day.