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Desperate Hours QUOTES

Desperate Hours QUOTES

1 " I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. "

― David Mack , Desperate Hours

2 " But until today, I’d thought I was Sarek’s greatest disappointment.” “Unlikely,” Spock said. “I am quite certain he has reserved that distinction for me. "

― David Mack , Desperate Hours

3 " He raised his right hand to her in the classic Vulcan salute. “Live long and prosper, Michael Burnham.” She returned the salute and felt for a moment as if she had found the brother she had never known she had always wanted. “Peace and long life, Spock. "

― David Mack , Desperate Hours

4 " Pick up your feet, Mister Saru,” Burnham said as she and Gant headed to the turbolift. “Time, tide, and transporters wait for no one. "

― David Mack , Desperate Hours

5 " You would elevate tradition and societal approval over the expansion of knowledge. If anything deserves to be called ‘illogical,’ it is that. "

― David Mack , Desperate Hours

6 " It took Saru a moment to realize he had been insulted twice in a matter of seconds. He clenched his fists and trembled like some overly anxious breed of small dog. "

― David Mack , Desperate Hours

7 " Time seemed to slow as Chandra made a gut-twisting turn coupled with acceleration and a barrel roll, and guided the shuttle through a ragged gap in the rig’s broken superstructure, like a fragile thread passing through a needle made of death. "

― David Mack , Desperate Hours

8 " An ‘appeal to authority’ is a form of logical fallacy, "

― David Mack , Desperate Hours

9 " How do you want to play it, Captain? Slow and steady, or shock and awe? "

― David Mack , Desperate Hours

10 " Fire at will! And for the love of the Great Bird of the Galaxy, hit something! "

― David Mack , Desperate Hours

11 " Never a dull day in Starfleet. "

― David Mack , Desperate Hours

12 " You seem . . . I don’t know. Older? No—calmer than you did before.” She tilted her head as she continued to study him and collect her thoughts. “You present yourself in a way that feels more centered. Better balanced.” Her smile broadened to a grin. “You have gravitas now. "

― David Mack , Desperate Hours

13 " Spock! Do you have a plan? "

― David Mack , Desperate Hours

14 " Bad enough to damage a world out of ignorance. But to do it willfully, in spite of knowing the truth . . . that’s a breed of selfishness I just can’t understand. "

― David Mack , Desperate Hours

15 " Engineering, this is ops! Status report! "

― David Mack , Desperate Hours

16 " She tapped her wrist, an ancient Terran gesture meant to signal impatience, one of the few things she remembered from early childhood on Earth. "

― David Mack , Desperate Hours

17 " Spock split his attention between Burnham and the path ahead. “I doubt either of us would be welcomed among Vulcan crews. As quick as they are to profess the wisdom of IDIC, they remain in many ways quite provincial.” It pained Burnham to admit to herself that Spock was likely correct. IDIC—the Vulcan philosophy that extolled the virtue of Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations—all too often was honored in its breach rather than its observance. If someone as famous as Spock, son of Sarek, thinks he’d be persona non grata on an all-Vulcan ship, what chance will I ever have? She rebelled against a swell of desperation "

― David Mack , Desperate Hours

18 " She reminded him of the small team of Starfleet officers who had rescued him from certain death on his homeworld many years earlier. They, too, had given off the vibe of “evolved beings,” a quality of their essential nature that had made them fascinating to him: sentient creatures who possessed the attributes of an apex predator, but also the empathy and compassion of a fellow prey animal. "

― David Mack , Desperate Hours

19 " Don’t tell me,” Burnham cut in. “It’s fascinating.” Spock said nothing in response, but he could not help but appear mildly put out. "

― David Mack , Desperate Hours

20 " I-Chaya is dying. Burnham has just returned with a healer from a nearby village. The healer has examined I-Chaya and made his prognosis. All his medicine can do now is prolong I-Chaya’s suffering. It would be unseemly for Burnham to cry. She is Vulcan. “Release him,” she tells the healer. “It is fitting he dies with peace and dignity.” As the healer prepares his hypospray, Burnham’s adult cousin Selek watches while she whispers her farewell to I-Chaya, with her thanks for his courage, his loyalty, and his sacrifice. "

― David Mack , Desperate Hours