Lois McMaster Bujold Quotes

American novelist (born 1949)

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Lois McMaster Bujold (born 2 November 1949, Columbus, Ohio) is an American author of science fiction and fantasy works, most noted for the works in her Vorkosigan Saga.

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I wouldn’t be lying. I’d just be editing my report for length.

I guess it just doesn’t look very heroic to sneak up behind somebody and shoot them in the back. I can’t help thinking it would be more efficient, though.

Those who do not know their history, his thought careened, are doomed to keep stepping in it. Alas, so were those who did, it seemed.

By far the most dangerous animal on the planet was an invasive species of ape.

So what do you want? Really want, not just think is most prudent. Or worse, think is what I want.

You looked a god in the eyes and bore witness for me, by which alone I am preserved.” She took a deep breath, through his mouth. “You looked a god in the eyes. And spoke for me. There is nothing in my power that I will ever refuse you, after that.

“Do me the honor of grasping that I may just possibly know what I’m doing!” I wish to hell I knew what I was doing. Intuition was nothing but the subconscious processing of subliminal clues, he was fairly sure, but I feel it in my bones made too uncomfortably thin a public defense for his actions.

He carefully ignored his simmering fury. Rage had no place in this. Calculation and implacable action did.

Four thousand, so many! It matters less where I begin, as that I begin.

My home is not a place, it is a person, sir.

"Take heart, sir," Cazaril consoled him. "It is not your destiny today to win a royacy for your son. It is to win an empire for your grandson."

It’s never too late while you’re breathing.

“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’re going to cover my funeral expenses, son?”
“Splendidly. Banners, dancing girls, and enough beer to float your coffin to Valhalla.”
Tung sighed. “Make it plum wine to float the boat, eh? Drink the beer.”

But pain... seems to me an insufficient reason not to embrace life. Being dead is quite painless. Pain, like time, is going to come on regardless. Question is, what glorious moments can you win from life in addition to the pain?

The fourth approved approach for the problem of frontally attacking a guarded wormhole was to shoot the officer who suggested it.