Quotes from Lois McMaster Bujold

I take it as a man's duty to restrain himself.

Some men just aren't cut out for paternity. Better they should realize it before and not after they become responsible for a son.

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

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

If you're trying to take a roomful of people by surprise, it's a lot easier to hit your targets if you don't yell going through the door.

On the sixth day God saw He couldn't do it all, so He created ENGINEERS

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."

Good soldiers never pass up a chance to eat or sleep. They never know how much they'll be called on to do before the next chance.

History does not so much repeat as echo, I suppose.

If the truth doesn't save us, what does that say about us?

An honor is not diminished for being shared.

For me, writing is more a process of discovering the book than planning it.

I don't want power. I just object to idiots having power over me.

What you are is a question only you can answer.

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

Wikipedia is so dangerous.

On the sixth day God saw He couldn't do it all, so He created ENGINEERS

One step at a time," Vorkosigan returned grimly, "I can walk around the world. Watch me.

An honor is not diminished for being shared.

Oh, was that liquor of yours a stimulant? asked Elena. I wondered why he didn't fall asleep. Couldn't you tell? chuckled Mayhew. Not really. Miles twisted his head to take in Elena's upside-down worried face, and smile in weak reassurance. Sparkly black and purple whirlpools clouded his vision. Mayhew's laughter faded. My God, he said hollowly, you mean he's like that all the time?

There is no more hollow feeling than to stand with your honor shattered at your feet while soaring public reputation wraps you in rewards. That's soul-destroying. The other way around is merely very, very irritating.

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

This wasn't prayer anyway, it was just argument with the gods. Prayer, he suspected as he hoisted himself up and turned for the door, was putting one foot in front of the other. Moving all the same.

I do think, half of what we call madness is just some poor slob dealing with pain by a strategy that annoys the people around him.