Top 95 Space Opera Quotes
#1. You'll find in Africans a fantastic amount of heavy space opera and so on, going on ... which makes the colored African very, very interesting to process because he doesn't know why he goes through all these dances ... and why he feels so barbarous ...
L. Ron Hubbard
#2. Celestials is a soapy space opera. Perhaps a spacey soap opera.
M.C. O'Neill
#3. Maybe in this Star Wars world maybe subconsciously I was preparing myself. But I've just found all of my ideas I've been coming up with are big sci-fi things, and I wanted to do a big epic, a big space opera, and this is it. This is mine.
Mark Millar
#4. The cynical part of the answer is that I expect to see a good deal more space opera, set far enough in the future as to be disconnected from contemporary issues.
John M. Ford
#5. My works are a direct response to the typical space opera. I grew tired of always reading about how the people with power, with agency, get involved in huge sweeping arcs of stories. I wanted stories that dealt with real people, people I could relate to.
Nathan Lowell
#6. Ever since 1980, sci-fi has generally been more Bladerunner than Star Wars. People talk about Star Wars being the most influential movie of all time and creating the blockbuster along with Jaws and that sort of thing, but really there's not been a space opera that anyone can go and see.
Mark Millar
#7. Space opera has always given authors a way to include a vast array of ideas and concepts. The opportunities it provides are limitless. Long may it reign.
Peter F. Hamilton
#8. I've just written a very gritty, non-magical take on the King Arthur legend, 'Here Lies Arthur,' and I'm currently toying with some other historical ideas, as well as working with the illustrator David Wyatt on some sequels to my Victorian space opera 'Larklight.'
Philip Reeve
#9. A practical way to travel between the stars is a must-have for space opera, and a sine qua non for our frequently vaunted future as a galactic society.
Seth Shostak
#10. When I do get to chow down on a book, I try to read ones that are nothing like what I'm writing. So, as I'm currently working on a space opera (of sorts) I'm mostly indulging in urban fantasy.
Charles Stross
#11. I don't know how much of a market there is for space opera. Just because it's in the movies doesn't mean magazines are buying it.
Octavia E. Butler
#13. If you love epic space opera, you shouldn't miss 'Interstellar'.
Annalee Newitz
#14. 'Floating Worlds,' published in 1975 and the lone science fiction novel by acclaimed historical novelist Cecelia Holland, was unique in being completely devoid of the usual pulp influences present in much space opera up to that time.
Pamela Sargent
#15. As soon as he had departed she directed her attention to the others.
"I need a shielded containment box, radiation gloves and a micro welding torch. And a crescent wrench.
G.S. Jennsen
#16. She settled back in the chair and draped one leg casually over the other, her hands coming to rest together on her knee.
"Arrest me. Torture me. Parade me about in the public square. You will have your prize catch. And you will lose everything.
G.S. Jennsen
#17. In the corner of her eye she caught her daughter's shoulders drop as Alex exhaled with uncommon soberness. "So you trust me, and you understand that I will never do anything I think might hurt you."
Miriam stopped outside the armory and pivoted to her daughter. "Alex, what have you done?
G.S. Jennsen
#18. If you can't be with the side you want, work to fix the side you're with.
C.T. Phipps
#19. Personally, I could care less about how people chose their graves. What I do care about is that I don't want to be dragged along into one, especially by someone who has already lived their life to the fullest.
Jeno Marz
#20. Three men sat around a table. All were muscled and similarly greasy and easily identifiable as scum. As he breached the entrance all three were moving, drawing their own guns in surprise.
Only one got off a shot.
G.S. Jennsen
#21. Do you love me?"
His voice rang flat in his own ears, deadened and weighted with the recognition there was only one chance, and a fool's chance at that
G.S. Jennsen
#22. Her pulse raced, pounding in her ears above the howling wind. A wave of dizziness crashed over her with the rapid flood of adrenaline. She gasped in a breath. "Don't let go.
G.S. Jennsen
#23. I'm not trying to be mean,' Casamir says.
'Intent doesn't always matter.
Kameron Hurley
#24. The alien reached out her hands to hold Alex's tightly. "Please. Some of what I want to express, it may be difficult to locate the right words."
"Of course."
Pure alabaster eyes stared back at her. "Child, there is a hole in your mind.
G.S. Jennsen
#25. Well what would you have us do, Jason? Swan into a hardware store without any cash and say "give us your best rack or we'll set the adorable button-nosed robots on you for bunny-boiler death by cuddling?" Jared Thomas in Red Gods Sing
Trevor Barton
#26. It didn't take a synthetic mind to decipher Caleb Shepperd, just a human one." ~ #1001
Pippa DaCosta
#27. But my voice is too soft. The wind picks up my words and swallows them whole.
Hafsah Faizal
#28. The Novoloume gazed in interest around the cabin. "So the whispers are true - Kats, SAIs and Humans have come to join with the anarchs in a quest to save us all."
Felzeor returned to Caleb's outstretched arm and leaned in to nuzzle his nose. "What a grand quest it's sure to be!
G.S. Jennsen
#29. Thing to know about the Reaches....It's always trying to kill you. Even the empty places between the stars."
Asher Corsair, Allies and Enemies: Rogues
Amy J. Murphy
#30. His whisper continued to stream a silent cacophony of warnings, kill and damage reports and pleas for assistance.
He allowed himself two seconds to watch it and came away with the sense they were losing. Not lost and not soon, but losing.
G.S. Jennsen
#31. Guilt ripped into her like a rusty, serrated knife. It took up residence in her soul, settling in and getting comfortable so it could saw away ragged pieces of flesh and leave her to bleed.
G.S. Jennsen
#32. They sit in their soundproof rooms and issue tone-deaf edicts and call themselves controlling the world. And one day they ask you to die for them.
G.S. Jennsen
#33. I may not have believed in lady luck, but I believed in her fucking sister, irony. That bitch was out to nail me to wall." ~ Caleb
Pippa DaCosta
#34. He had seen many criminals in his years in Division. Dangerous men and even more dangerous women. Small-time hucksters and savvy crime lords. Spies, gangsters, assassins, insurgents and wannabe-revolutionaries. True believers and soulless mercs willing to kill children for the right price.
G.S. Jennsen
#35. God, she was beautiful. Hair a tangled mess, clothes torn, lips pale and swollen, skin streaked in dirt. And she was so damn beautiful and flawed and perfect.
G.S. Jennsen
#37. Her perception was propelled backward, as if it were being pulled into a vortex. She slammed into her body, and her eyes flew open with a gasp.
"Alex?"
She sat straight up in the chair and grabbed Caleb by the shoulders. "We have to save them.
G.S. Jennsen
#38. May they run free forever and grow back their limbs!
Henry Mosquera
#39. This is what I hate most about guys like you. You didn't even try.
Henry V. O'Neil
#40. Nightside, cities glistened in chains, and a spray of tinkertoy habitats girdled the planet. Gossamer starbridges reached from the equator towards orbit.
Alastair Reynolds
#41. I have spent my life battling monsters. It was only in realizing that I was the monster, and choosing to destroy her, that I could save the world.
Kameron Hurley
#42. If her daughter's ship had been disintegrated in space there would never be evidence of it, never an answer to what had happened to her.
If she stopped to ponder the implications she might break. And Admiral Miriam Solovy did not break.
G.S. Jennsen
#43. What interested me was dance - the way that it was constructed with time-space constructions, and that it was abstract. I always thought: 'Why couldn't theater be that way? Or an opera?'
Robert Wilson
#44. The fire crackled. On Jutaire, without oxygen, the fire is different. Fed by different air. Maybe it wishes it were orange, for it sputters and reaches up to the sky with angry fists of blue and purple. It still doesn't know we can't all get what we want.
Hafsah Faizal
#45. War makes monsters of us all. But what happens to those of us who no longer wish to be monsters?
Kameron Hurley
#46. She gazed at the bay of wrecked shuttles in dismay. The last of her adrenaline seeped away at the sight of the widespread destruction.
It occurred to her then, for perhaps the first time in this long nightmare, that she was going to die.
G.S. Jennsen
#47. I believe my judgment has never been clearer. I have seen firsthand their potential, their strength of will, in a way you have not."
"You have loosed a chaotic, unstable variable into the Mosaic. They will destroy everything."
"It is a risk. They also may save everything.
G.S. Jennsen
#48. Yes, she loved her ship more than she had loved him. But what she loved even more was what it gave her: freedom, and the key to the marvels of space. It gave her the stars, and she doubted she could ever love anything or anyone more than she loved the stars.
G.S. Jennsen
#49. Our epoch has been give many nicknames
the Age of Anxiety, the Atomic Age, the Space Age. It might, with equally good reason, be called the Age of Television Addiction, the Age of Soap Opera, the Age of the Disk Jockey.
Aldous Huxley
#50. I perform in opera houses in the centres of big cities. We live in 20 acres of forest. You need that space to recover and renew.
Sondra Radvanovsky
#51. Why?" Riko asked.
"For the war. We will hit them before they have a chance to hit us."
She was terrified. "What? No. We can't start a war."
Oshiro grinned. "Don't you see? The war has already started. We're going to end it.
Charles Nall
#52. Alex peered behind her to see Noah fussing over a scrape on Kennedy's cheek. "Unless someone's bleeding to death, first aid will have to wait. You'll want to strap into the jump seats.
"This could get interesting, and that's before we get clear of the station.
G.S. Jennsen
#53. When I think of war, I see blood. Pain and suffering. Nothing good comes from war.
But there is good. There will be an outcome. One side will find peace, solace. While the other will end in bitter loss.
There are two sides to the coin of war.
Hafsah Faizal
#54. Don't go getting offended my friend, I have much worse things to say to you.-Ad'Dam, Journey from Atremes
Riley Amos Westbrook
#55. There's not a hell of a lot of difference between bravery and stupidity." - Commander Boaz Aurigae
Charles Nall
#56. Her weight settled on her back foot as she crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him, now legitimately baffled.
"How delusional are you, aliens in your head notwithstanding?
G.S. Jennsen
#57. Alone for a few precious seconds, he drew in a deep breath. He stood on a ruined street in a ruined city. Destruction stretched for kilometers in every direction, all caused by a single man for whom vengeance had devolved into madness.
G.S. Jennsen
#58. He steadied himself by resting one palm on her thigh and the other on the armrest, and rose to his knees. "I'll be damned."
"Possibly. But not today, I think.
G.S. Jennsen
#59. All I am, and all I love, is war. I don't know who I will be if I stop. The world, if it is to survive, needs a leader, not a warmonger. The world I want to make does not require me
Kameron Hurley
#60. He frowned. "Jedi aren't without emotion. We're allowed to grieve."
"Perhaps," Ventress allowed, "but somehow I don't think most Jedi try to drown the pain with alcohol and slam their fists on the table.
Christie Golden
#61. It was a subversive notion, the idea that she was free. Free to choose where to go and what to do with her time.
G.S. Jennsen
#62. It is an inside joke of history that all its most exciting adventures inevitably end their careers as homework. Beheadings, rebellions, thousand-year wars, incest on the royal throne, electricity, art, opera, dogs in outer space.
B.J. Novak
#63. As a rule of thumb, it was always safer if the Commander-in-Chief formulated a risky plan.
Rowena Cherry
#64. Good luck with the aliens, and if we survive this feel free to look me up on your next vacation."
"Good luck with the aliens? You are such a prick.
G.S. Jennsen
#65. He did not have time to wallow, to give a moment's thought to what may have happened to her or whether she was alive.
Turn into the punch, grab hold of the gun, leap into the arena. Attack.
He had to move. Now.
G.S. Jennsen
#66. I saw the Earth, yes. I saw the colors so magnificent, so vivid, so real. It was hope so large and round, green and blue.
Hafsah Faizal
#67. It felt somehow comforting to return to the sparkling lake tucked into the mountains on Portal Prime. But why, when everything about Mesme made her the antithesis of comfortable?
Because here was where desperation had become hope. Where helplessness had become purpose.
G.S. Jennsen
#68. Remember what they did to Broadleaf, and remember what they did to us. Now it's time for us to kill 'em back.
Henry V. O'Neil
#69. The only thing altruism will get you here is a boot stomping on your head.
Henry Mosquera
#70. How long you been in the infantry, sir? Anything under ten miles counts as 'almost there'.
Henry V. O'Neil
#71. Deep in the recesses of her mind, she knew they were probably watching. They watched everything, after all.
Let them watch. Let them see what it meant to be human. To live.
Let them see what it meant to love, and be loved in return.
G.S. Jennsen
#72. If there was anything the last year had taught her - if there was anything Caleb had taught her, the Metigen War had taught her - it was that perspective was everything.
If you wanted to understand your enemy, you must understand that they were the hero in their own story.
G.S. Jennsen
#73. Sometimes we need to step away from our current reality in order to truly appreciate it.
L.E. Horn
#74. We'll go along with it for now. Valkyrie, keep close watch and be ready to swoop to the rescue."
'Hopefully swooping will not be required, nor rescue. But I am ready to do both.'
He squeezed her hand. "Alex?"
"I'm ready, too.
G.S. Jennsen
#75. There is nothing I fear more than someone without memory. A person without memory is free to do anything she likes.
Kameron Hurley
#76. He swallowed hard, annoyed at the sudden dryness in his throat. No reason to become all emotional about it now. He had already sold his soul for a chance at vengeance, and there was no getting it back.
G.S. Jennsen
#77. Individuals reacted in any number of ways to extreme stress and, relatedly, to impending death.
A non-negligible percentage of people reacted in a manner which could be summed up by, 'Screw it, I'm going out in style!
G.S. Jennsen
#78. Blood drummed in her ears and adrenaline coursed through her veins, driving her to move. To act. Her hands trembled against his chest.
Time vanished out from beneath her feet, one accelerating second at a time.
G.S. Jennsen
#79. Caleb shoved back from the table and stood to retreat to the kitchen. "No. Find another plan."
"There is no other plan. This isn't even a plan, merely a nugget of an idea for the start of a plan that's certain to fail and end in your deaths.
G.S. Jennsen
#80. Lieutenant Mortas is the black sheep of the family--I thought you knew that.
Henry V. O'Neil
#81. Never ask a question if you don't know the answer.
- Rhett
Rowena Cherry
#82. The monsters don't live in the belly of the world like they all say. The monsters live inside of us. We make the monsters.
Kameron Hurley
#83. It was something Ferdo said. We may not have it all, you and I, but we have more than is granted most men or women, he told me, and he was right.
Mary Brock Jones
#84. Caleb!" The sharp, forceful tone demanded he halt.
He found he had complied, but did not turn around. His voice sounded low and hoarse, likely because he couldn't breathe. "Alex, I can't.
G.S. Jennsen
#85. Semantics, Admiral. I'd appreciate an honest answer."
"I'd appreciate a multitude of honest answers, but I rarely expect to receive them." Miriam sighed; the verbal tete-a-tete was growing tiresome. Time to bring an end to it with, ironically, honesty.
G.S. Jennsen
#86. Reluctantly, we had already accepted every challenge at the moment we were born. And as long as we live, we have no right to give up. For we, or at least someone very similar to us, already died once, long ago in a faraway place.
Jeno Marz
#87. We want to know. We want to know who we are and what we are capable of.
I want to know.
And yet we were dragged into another war. Another seemingly inevitable and gruesome legacy passed down, along with soma.
Jeno Marz
#88. If humanity is annihilated because we were too busy squabbling with one another to manage a proper stand, we probably deserve the annihilation.
G.S. Jennsen
#89. You can't do opera when already from the 10th row you can only see little dolls on the stage. In such an enormous space you can't put much faith in the personal presence of the individual singer, which is reflected in facial expressions, among other things.
Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau
#90. He checked her over while mentally checking himself. "Environment suits sealed up. Breather masks in hand. Daemons. Blades. Transmitters. Healthy respect for the adversary - you've got that, right?"
One corner of her mouth curled up. "Absolutely.
G.S. Jennsen
#91. Narrow, angular features, pouty lips and hatred-filled pale, washed-out blue irises glared back at him.
Caleb flashed the young man a malevolent smirk and readied his blade. "Jude Winslow, I presume.
G.S. Jennsen
#92. I can feel my face growing warm, and I hope I'm not flushing in my terror. The feeling of helplessness and fear hits me hard, and once my mind validates the emotion, the physical fear of being maimed and eaten hits my skin as goose bumps in the heat.
Lindsay Anderson
#93. Meanwhile here I am- Earthborn woman, a mere barbaric maula, geting deeper into Imperial Space with each passing light second. I should be trembling with fear, I suppouse.
No. Let the Emperor tremble. Laylah is here!
Robert Silverberg
#94. You daughter is prudish?" There was a gleam of triumph in Helena Winter's face. Fee grimaced. Prudish? No, not that she could claim. Far too mild a word for what she felt.
Mary Brock Jones
#95. She was born of space.
And starlight.
But she bled wrath.
And vengeance.."
[From Current Work In Progress]
Jenna Streety
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