“...don't be afraid of troubles, Silver. They're a sign of life.” — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“So what's the test?" "Ah, that's the trick of it. It's not a test. It's real life.” — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
Miles added it to his life's lessons list. Call it Rule 27B. Never make key tactical decisions while having electro-convulsive seizures. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
Like integrity, love of life was not a subject to be studied, it was a contagion to be caught. And you had… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“So you’re saying that I could die at any moment!” “Yes. And this is different from your life yesterday in what way?” — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
Don't wish to be normal. Wish to be yourself. To the hilt. Find out what you're best at, and develop it, and… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
Some men just aren't cut out for paternity. Better they should realize it before and not after they become responsible for a… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Stand before his grave and use your gift of breath to complain of your limited time. If you dare.” — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
But pain... seems to me an insufficient reason not to embrace life. Being dead is quite painless. Pain, like time, is going… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“You’re the man who used to rescue hostages for a living. You are not allowed to not get out of this one.… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Something I did not know at twenty,” said Nikys slowly, “that I do know at thirty, is that when a woman marries… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Then she said, “You go on. You just go on. There’s nothing more to it, and there’s no trick to make it… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Don't let fear swallow all your happiness. Don't forget to take joy." Dag gulped. Both of their grounds were nearly closed. It… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
It’s important that someone celebrate our existence," she objected amiably. "People are the only mirror we have to see ourselves in. The… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
In mysticism, knowledge cannot be separated from a certain way of life which becomes its living manifestation. To acquire mystical knowledge means… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“It’s a . . . transcendental act. Making life. . . I thought about it when I was carrying Miles. ‘By this… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
Never do yourself, what you can con professionals into doing for you. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share
“It reminded him of that definition of his father's. A weapon is a device for making your enemy change his mind. The mind was… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share
“I was imagining the most bizarre things befalling you.” “Did they include a six-hundred-pound ice bear and a pirate poet?” “No…” “Then they weren’t… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share
There is a sad disconnectedness that overcomes a library when its owner is gone. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share
“No, amusing me only, I wonder if they realize how they are used?" "Not a bit. They think they are the emperors of creation."… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share
“You bastards are on the top of Imperial Lord Auditor Miles Vorkosigan's very own shit list now, you bet. But under what name? Only… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share
“Anyway, if the Cetagandans really wanted to assassinate you, they'd hardly do it here. They'd slip something subtle under your skin that wouldn't go… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share
Endure pain, find joy, and make your own meaning, because the universe certainly isn't going to supply it. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share
Your Reverence, I do not hate any man in this world enough to inflict the results of my prayers upon him. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share
“I always thought my parents could fix anything. Now it's my turn. Dear God, how did this happen?” — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share
“I think it is not so much the growth of virtue, as simply the replacement of prior vices with an addiction to one’s god.”… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share
“Mark’s ideas tended to the bland, and there was no point in asking Miles, whose embittered suggestions all ran to things like Vomit Vanilla… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share
The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share
“Gardens were meant to be seen, smelled, walked through, grubbed in. A hundred objective measurements didn't sum the worth of a garden; only the… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share
