“[After a horrible, crazy speeder race by Bardan]“Thank you for flying Jedi Air.” Jusik grinned and shook their hands. “Have a nice afternoon.”“You’re all insane,” said Sev.”

“You’re evil, you know that?” I said. She grinned and shook her head. “Chaotic Neutral, sugar.”

“It was all horribly ironic that she felt like she would need to be insane to believe the proof that she had never been crazy.”

“That's the nice thing about insanity: evil people kill you, but crazy ones try to make you understand.”

“Don’t worry if they say you’re crazy. They said that about me and yet I was saner than all of them. I knew. No matter. You know. Insane or sane, you know. It’s a good thing to know - no matter what they call it.”

“Tell your friends I am the last of a dying race,' it said, grinning its sunken grin as it staggered and lurched down the proch steps after her. 'The only survivor of a dying planet. I have come to rob all the women...rape all the men...and learn to do the Peppermint Twist!”