The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
Captain, I think you have a problem with your brain being missing.
I don't think of myself as a lion. You might as well, though, I have a mighty roar.
Firefly: Now that you're Secretary of War, what kind of an army do you think we oughta have? Chicolini: Well, I tell you what I think. I think we should have a standing army. Firefly: Why should we have a standing army? Chicolini: Because then we save money on chairs.
Memories are like fireflies darting across the surface of my mind, showing me here and there images so sharp and vivid that I catch my breath in wonder before the vignette disappears, sinking like a pebble into the quicksand of regret and recrimination.
Above us our palace waits, the only one I've ever needed. Its walls are space, its floor is sky, its center everywhere. We rise; the shapes cluster around us in welcome, dissolving and forming again like fireflies in a summer evening.
Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction. We live in a space ship, dear.
Mother Firefly is the kind of character I've always wanted to play. She's larger than life, terribly tragic, and capable of a lot of love.
If we ruled the world, I guarantee you they never would have cancelled Firefly
After doing 'Firefly' and moving on, I always wanted to be part of a series again. I love doing films, too, but there's just something special about being part of the team and feeling like you're actually a part of the family, and I always look to re-create that.
Doctor, I'm taking your sister under my protection. If any thing happens to her, anything at all, I swear to you I will get very choked up. Honestly, there could be tears.
Insights and perceptions pass through the mind like fleet fireflies. Lit for an instant, then gone back into the dark.
I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar!
You know, with the exception of one deadly and unpredictable midget, this girl is the smallest cargo I've ever had to transport. Yet by far the most troublesome. Does that seem right to you?
I kind of found a niche for myself after 'Firefly'. I found something that I enjoyed doing and that I did well, but as far as how I seek out a part, it's always different. It's always something that lights you on fire when you read it. It might be just one scene, it might be one line that defines the character for you.
So that's what I'm here to become. And suddenly, this word fills me with a brand of sadness I haven't felt since childhood. The kind of sadness you feel at the end of summer. When the fireflies are gone, the ponds have dried up and the plants are wilted, weary from being so green.
And for just a fleeting moment, a tiny wisp of time that hung in the air like fireflies in summer skies, she wondered if she was in love with him again.
You are mine-you know you're mine!" he cried wildly. . . the moonlight twisted in through the vines and listened. . . the fireflies hung upon their whispers as if to win his glance from the glory of their eyes.
I think people look back on shows like "Firefly" or "Buffy," and they remember it with this glow about it of positive response, but if you look back. . . If Twitter had existed, there would have been a lot of negative tweeting about "Firefly. "
Okay, uh, I'm lost. I'm angry. And I'm armed.