“I hope you’re rushing to tell me that the chef has acquired Jacen Solo’s entrails and is braising them for dinner.”“Not quite, Admiral.”“Life is full of disappointments.”
“You’re a peach full of poison, you know that?" Mosca snapped back, but could not quite keep a hint of admiration from her tone.”
“Life is full of disappointments. And by "disappointments" I mean "people.”
“I'm not a purist. Coffee drinking minus cream and sugar is an acquired taste. I'm still not sure it isn't like telling chefs to dispense with spices in cooking.”
“What if experience is disappointment, and a human’s old age has no sense, and all what we acquire in our lifetime is a habit for disappointment?”
“And while I was not an admirer of people in the specific, I liked them in the abstract. It is only the execution of the idea that disappoints.”