Bleeding ulcers run in my family, we give them to each other. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
Poets speak of hope in ladies smiles, but give me a smirk any day, I say. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
When you give each other everything, it becomes an even trade. Each wins all. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
I wanted to give you a victory. But by their essential nature triumphs can’t be given. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
People give themselves to you, in their talking, and in other ways, if you are quiet and patient and let them, and… — 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
“Real destiny takes everything—the last drop of blood, and strip out your veins to be sure—and gives it back doubled. Quadrupled. A… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
Adulthood isn't an award they'll give you for being a good child. You can waste years, trying to get someone to give… — 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
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
