Never argue with a pedant over nomenclature. It wastes your time and annoys the pedant. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
Growing up, I have discovered over time, is rather like housework: never finished. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
If you ever have to make a choice between learning and inspiration, choose learning. It works most of the time. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
They imagine they're the wave of the future, but it's only sewage flowing downhill — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“So in the physics of the heart, distance is relative; it's time that's absolute.” — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“One step at a time,” Vorkosigan returned grimly, “I can walk around the world. Watch me.” — 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
“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
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
“I admit, he has far too much on his mind at the moment. Suppressed panic turns him into a prick every time;… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
How could you be a Great Man if history brought you no Great Events, or brought you to them at the wrong… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“…the trouble with oaths of the form, death before dishonor , is that eventually, given enough time and abrasion, they separate the… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“When I was a wee little kid," remarked Roic, watching over their shoulders, "there was a time I thought that any skinny… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Power is better than revenge. Power is a live thing, by which you reach out to grasp the future. Revenge is a… — 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
All great human deeds both consume and transform their doers. Consider an athlete, a scientist, an artist, or an entrepreneur. In service… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Realize this, though. Half my genes run through your body, and my selfish genome is heavily evolutionarily pre-programmed to look out for… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
I'm not getting it all sorted, she worried. I'm not getting it right. You are brilliant, the Voice reassured her. It is… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Tej seemed such a sunny personality, much of the time--these flashes of dark were like a crack in the sky, shocking and… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Lord Auditor Vorthys, a word before you depart. Madame Vorsoisson”—he took Ekaterin’s hand again—“we’ll talk more when I am less pressed for… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“It is imperfect. So are all things trapped in time. You are brilliant, nonetheless. How fortunate for Us that We thirst for… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“He’d tried for me twice. Three times, if what you say is true. I decided not to give him a fourth chance.”… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“For Berry, you just be there, Whit. Be the one person in the wide green world she doesn't have to explain it… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Wait." He paused, and she held out a hand to him. His thick fingers engulfed her tapering ones; his skin was warm… — 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
“It seems if you are Vorkosigan enough, you can even get away with murder.” Ekaterin stiffened unhappily. Miles hesitated a fractional moment,… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Professora.” Miles ducked a nod to her, smiling in turn. “Is she here? Is she in? Is she well? You said this… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
You can say a lot in a little time, if you stick to words of one syllable. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
When the time comes to leap in faith whether you have your eyes open or closed or scream all the way down… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
All the geniuses I ever met were so just part of the time. To qualify, you only have to be great once,… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
All the worry people expend over not existing after they die, yet nary a one ever seems to spare a moment to… — 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
