Do you know, I think you’d like politics at least on Barrayar. Maybe because it’s so similar to what we call war, elsewhere. - Lois McMaster Bujold

“I could bring almost nothing—I scarcely knew what to choose.”
“Think of the vast amounts of money we shall save on shipping charges, then.”

“Five gods avert,” said Rede. And then, after a pensive moment, “Do They?”
“Not that I can tell,” said Pen. “I’ve sometimes wondered if the gods regard death not as a dreaded ending, but as a welcome beginning.”
“Of what?”
“I am deeply not sure. Which doesn’t stop people from making up a thousand tales.”

...your soul is your own, now, to make of what you will. We are all of us, every one, our own works: we present our souls to our Patrons at the ends of our lives as an artisan presents the works of his hands.