“How had he rehearsed this vitally-important, utterly-critical meeting, again? "Mother, Father, let me introduce -- she's getting away!” — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“I always thought my parents could fix anything. Now it's my turn. Dear God, how did this happen?” — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“All sorts of men don't make it home for the births of their children. But My mother was out of town on… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“His mother had often said, When you choose an action, you choose the consequences of that action. She had emphasized the corollary… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“It reminded him of that definition of his father's. A weapon is a device for making your enemy change his mind. The… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Everybody has it wrong way round. Parents don’t make children—children make parents. They shape our behavior from the first wail. Mold us… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Arhys would have protected you from this choice, as a father would a beloved child. Arhys is wrong in this. I give… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“He’d never been serious about twelve; he’d just figured to start with that proposition, and fall back to six. His mother, his… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
Your father calls you to his court. You need not pack. You go garbed in glorious raiment. He waits eagerly by his… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“But you can’t be planning development out that way,” said Miles. “Mother is trying to get people to move away from the… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Royse Bergon: "I've seen your integrity in action. It...widened my world. I'd been raised by my father, who is a prudent, cautious… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Apologizing to me again, thought Miles miserably. For me. He keeps telling me I'm all right—and then apologizing. Inconsistent, Father.He shuffled back… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
You don't pay back your parents. You can't. The debt you owe them gets collected by your children, who hand it down… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Welcome to my gates, Ista dy Chalion. I am the Mother of Jokona.” Her hand lifted from the girl’s head, flicked out,… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Mark, you don't pay back your parents. You can't. The debt you owe them gets collected by your children, who hand it… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“The Father of Winter says tells Ista, "...For my great-souled child is very late, and lost upon his road. My calling voice… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“All great human deeds both consume and transform their doers. Consider an athlete, or a scientist, or an independent business creator. In… — 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
