513 Quotes by Lois McMaster Bujold

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

Bleeding ulcers run in my family, we give them to each other.

So the difference between a criminal and a hero is the order in which their vile crimes are committed. And justice comes with a sell-by date. In that case, you’d better hurry. You wouldn't want your heroism to spoil.

Her smile grew bitter as desert brine. "The gods may forgive Ista all day long. But if Ista does not forgive Ista, the gods may go hang themselves.

We slaves, we lords, we fools, we men and women, we mortals, we toys of the gods—all the same thing, Palli. They are all the same to me now.

If only one didn't know that at the secret heart of all such organizations, corporations and governments alike, it still came down to a finite number of fallible people talking to each other . . . ​

I can love you. I can grieve for you, or with you. I can share your pain. But I cannot judge you.

He was shaken by an unwelcome insight. Lives did not add as integers. They added as infinities.

I admit, he has far too much on his mind at the moment. Suppressed panic turns him into a prick every time; it's what he does instead of running in circles screaming. A way of coping, I suppose.