“In my experience, milady, we can never get back to exactly where we started, no matter how hard we try.” — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“He bit his fingernails. He bit his toenails. He pulled tiny green threads from his shirt and tried flossing his teeth. Then… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
Too late, he recalled Miles's dictum that the reward for a job well done was usually a harder job. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Now, there's this about cynicism, Sergeant. It's the universe's most supine moral position. Real comfortable. If nothing can be done, then you're… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
A true Vor, Miles told himself severely, does not bury his face in his liegewoman's breasts and cry--even if he is at… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
Oh, was that liquor of yours a stimulant?" asked Elena. "I wondered why he didn't fall asleep." "Couldn't you tell?" chuckled Mayhew.… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
Miles is... Miles; close to a force of nature, climbing up out of his own pages and escaping subordination to any opinion… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
Think of the glory. Think of your reputation. Think how great it'll look on your next resume." On my cenotaph, you mean.… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
Miles exhaled carefully, faint with rage and reminded grief. He does not know, he told himself. He cannot know... "Ivan, one of… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
My dinner party,' Miles grated. 'It's just breaking up.' And sinking. All souls feared lost. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
Cecil flashed a grin. "Quite. Plus your rather irritating habit of treating your superior officers as your, ah..." Cecil paused, apparently groping… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
Miles added it to his life's lessons list. Call it Rule 27B. Never make key tactical decisions while having electro-convulsive seizures. — 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
“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
Miles clutched Quinn's elbow. "Don't Panic." "I'm not panicking," Quinn observed, "I'm watching you panic. It's more entertaining . — 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
