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
“Death is not a performance to rate ourselves upon, or berate ourselves upon either.” — 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
“It’s a . . . transcendental act. Making life. . . I thought about it when I was carrying Miles. ‘By this… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
The real unforgivable acts are committed by calm men in beautiful green silk rooms, who deal death wholesale, by the shipload, without… — 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
Never underestimate the human capacity for wishful thinking and willful blindness,' said Miles. Such as a whole society of people who became… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Mysterious death, yes, you suspected something even then, I knew it!” With a wave of his hand, he overrode her hasty attempt… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
Never do yourself, what you can con professionals into doing for you. — 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 mind was… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“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 Image
There is a sad disconnectedness that overcomes a library when its owner is gone. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
Endure pain, find joy, and make your own meaning, because the universe certainly isn't going to supply it. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
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 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
“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 Image
