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“Dr. Jules Hilbert: Hell Harold, you could just eat nothing but pancakes if you wanted.

Harold Crick: What is wrong with you? Hey, I don't want to eat nothing but pancakes, I want to live! I mean, who in their right mind in a choice between pancakes and living chooses pancakes?

Dr. Jules Hilbert: Harold, if you pause to think, you'd realize that that answer is inextricably contingent upon the type of life being led... and, of course, the quality of the pancakes. ”
― Zach Helm, Stranger Than Fiction: The Shooting Script

“There's nothing more frightening to me than a character who thinks he knows what a real American is â€� mainly because it generally turns out he’s convinced it's somebody like him. It seems an odd notion to me. I certainly don't want to live in a country populated with people just like me, God forbid! Anyway, I figure there’s room for a little variety in a nation as big as ours.”
― Donald Hamilton

“I pray that I am never so foolishly naive or roguishly pompous to think that I can be the captain of my own ship, for if God is not at the helm my ship will soon be at the bottom.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough, An Intimate Collision: Encounters with Life and Jesus

“Ex ‘Fleet man?â€�
“He was a full Commander, last I heard, sir.�
“Interesting.� Falconer commented. “Get me his specs. If I have to take him aboard my ship, I want to know all about him.�
She swallowed. “Yes sir.�
Falconer returned his attention to Nordyke.
“What’s their location?�
“They’re about a week outside the Hermes system, Captain.�
“Helm, set a course � best possible speed!�
“Um � sir, we’re on conversion drive at the moment.� The helmsman reported.
“I know, Linson � d’you think I’m senile?�
“No, sir � I…� The young helmsman stammered.
“I did say ‘best possible speed�, didn’t I?�
“Yes, sir.”
― Christina Engela, Blachart

“My job is defending the people and to hell with the laws. Your job is defending the laws and to hell with the people.”
― Donald Hamilton

“In a love relationship one person is usually at the helm. The one who loves more suffers the most.”
― Vincent Okay Nwachukwu

“The young man stood beside the arch the way a tree stood in a forest as if he'd always been there. He wore no cloak or cape, just sinuous leather armour and an unusual bronze helm. The top portion almost looked like a crown, thick and decorated with unfamiliar symbols that wrapped around the young man's forehead. The helm left most of his wavy brown hair uncovered but concealed much of his face with a wide curve of harsh, spiked metal that bracketed the sides of his head and covered his jaw all the way to the bridge of his nose, leaving only a pair of eyes and slashing cheekbones exposed.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart