“Well if that’s the way you feel,” he said climbing onto the window ledge in a crouch.Before I had time to react or say anything he fell from the window and out of my life.”

“His father fell off a window-ledge. No wonder his mum had cheered up.”

“I had to close the door on our friendship, because he kept climbing in through my window.”

“He could feel the end of the battle approaching, and so could the blur of the Sith he faced in the Force, the shadow had become a pulsar of fear. Easily, almost effortlessly, he turned the shadow's fear into a weapon: he angled the battle to bring them both out onto the window ledge. Out in the wind. Out with the lightning. Out on a rain-slicked ledge above a half kilometer drop.Out where the shadow's fear's fear made it hesitate. Out where the shadow's fear turned some of it's Force-powered speed into a Force-powered grip on the slippery permacrete.Out where Mace could flick his blade in one precise arc and slash the shadow's lightsaber in half.One piece flipped back in through the cut open window. The other tumbled from opening fingers, bounced on the ledge, and fell through the rain towards the distant alleys below.Now the shadow was only Palpatine: old and shrunken, thinning hair bleached white by time and care, face lined with exhaustion. 'For all your power, my lord,you are no Jedi. All you are, my lord,' Mace said evenly, staring past his blade, 'is under arrest.”

“How are you so good at reading me when you can't read anyone else around you?" He sighed, and as he climbed out the window, he said, "I love it.”

“After a time he fell asleep, and some unsteady fairies had to climb over him on their way home from an orgy.”