“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
“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
“Are you sure this isn't instant boots?" asked Cordelia sadly, for in color, taste, and smell they closely resembled pulverized shoe leather… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Welcome to Barrayar, son. Here you go: have a world of wealth and poverty, wrenching change and rooted history. Have a birth;… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Sorry, Bill. I just have this awful vision of being p-peeled like an onion, looking for the seeds." He grinned. "Onions don't… — 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
