“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 off for six months, and then would drop you mysteriously and untraceably in your tracks” — 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
