Lois McMaster Bujold Quotes - Page 4

Never do yourself, what you can con professionals into doing for you.

Think of the glory. Think of your reputation. Think how great it'll look on your next resume." On my cenotaph, you mean. Nobody will be able to collect enough of my scattered atoms to bury. You going to cover my funeral expenses, son?" Splendidly. Banners, dancing girls, and enough beer to float your coffin to Valhalla." - Miles coaxing Ky Tung to agree to an almost suicidal mission

Children might or might not be a blessing, but to create them and then fail them was surely damnation.

Do it for yourself. The universe will be around to collect its cut later.

When I go down into the ground at last, as God is my judge, I pray my best-beloved may have better to say of me than, "He didn't hit me."

If you can't do what you want, do what you can.

I am an atheist, myself. A simple faith, but a great comfort to me, in these last days.

One corner of his mouth crooked up, then the quirk vanished in a thoughtful pursing of his lips. "He's bisexual, you know." He took a delicate sip of his wine. "Was bisexual," she corrected absently, looking fondly across the room. "Now he's monogamous." Vordarian choked, sputtering.

An honor is not diminished for being shared.

My home is not a place, it is people.

It was never what I wanted to buy that held my heart's hope. It was what I wanted to be.

Adversity does teach who your real friends are.

Events may be horrible or inescapable. Men have always a choice - if not whether, then how, they may endure.

Some prices are just too high, no matter how much you may want the prize. The one thing you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart.

You can say a lot in a little time, if you stick to words of one syllable.

Only the saints would joke so about the gods, because it was either joke or scream, and they alone knew it was all the same to the gods.

Well, what is a blessing but a curse from another point of view?

If you make it plain you like people, it's hard for them to resist liking you back.

Never argue with a pedant over nomenclature. It wastes your time and annoys the pedant.

The will to be stupid is a very powerful force, but there are always alternatives.

A good friend of my son's is a son to me.

I know girls who pine for it. They like to play dress-up and pretend being Vor ladies of old, rescued from menace by romantic Vor youths. For some reason they never play 'dying in childbirth', or 'vomiting your guts out from the red dysentery', or 'weaving till you go blind and crippled from arthritis and dye poisoning', or 'infanticide'. Well, they do die romantically of disease sometimes, but somehow it's always an illness that makes you interestingly pale and everyone sorry and doesn't involve losing bowel control.

There is a sad disconnectedness that overcomes a library when its owner is gone.

The gods' most savage curses come upon us as answers to our own prayers. Prayer is a dangerous business.

There was no limit to what one man might do, if he gave all, and held back nothing.