Top 300 Lois McMaster Bujold Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “If he ever does do himself in, I’m betting it’ll be something that involves large explosions. And lots of innocent bystanders, probably.”

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302. “Miles is... Miles; close to a force of nature, climbing up out of his own pages and escaping subordination to any opinion of mine.”

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303. “If she finished her work – hah, now there was a fantasy, this work would never be finished, only abandoned, or, all right, passed on – she might squeeze out another day off by next weekend.”

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304. “Men have always a choice – if not whether, then how, they may endure.”

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305. “She turned for her kitchen, mentally revising her planned family dinner to include a Vor lord from the Imperial capital. White wine? Her limited experience of the breed suggested that if you could get them sufficiently sloshed, it wouldn’t matter what you fed them.”

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306. “It was a curious insight into Vorkosigan that he should so automatically accept her bare word as binding; he evidently thought along the same lines himself. The.”

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307. “Commodore Koudelka had just taken a mouthful of wine to chase his last bite of salmon. The atomized spray arced nearly to Delia, seated across from her father. A lungful of wine in a man that age was an alarming event in any case; Olivia patted his back in hesitant worry, as he buried his reddening face in his napkin and gasped. Drou half-pushed her chair back, as she hesitated between going up around the table to assist her husband or, possibly, down the table to strangle Mark.”

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308. “Once you had delegated the best people to do a job for you, you had to trust both them and your judgment. What.”

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309. “Good God, Enrique was writing poetry to her? Yes, and why hadn’t he thought of poetry? Besides the obvious reason of his absence of talent in that direction. He wondered if she’d like to read a really clever combat-drop mission plan, instead. Sonnets, damn. All he’d ever come up with in that line were limericks. He.”

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310. “She opened her mouth once to speak, closed it, then finally ripped out, “Why aren’t you on your way home? I gave you an order, Lieutenant!” Stuben, anticipating a warmer reception, was momentarily nonplussed. “We took a vote,” he said simply, as though it explained everything. Cordelia.”

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311. “The one thing you can’t trade for your heart’s desire is your heart.”

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312. “Lord Miles Naismith Vorkosigan. Occupation: security risk. Hobbies: falling off walls, disappointing sick old men to death, making girls cry.”

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313. “I think it is not so much the growth of virtue, as simply the replacement of prior vices with an addiction to one’s god.” Umegat emptied his cup. “The gods love their great-souled men and women as an artist loves fine marble, but the issue isn’t virtue. It is will. Which is chisel and hammer.”

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314. “There are a lot of senseless things in the world, but not all of them are sorrows. Everybody knows some light, even if they forget when they’re down in the dark. Something everyone else thinks is stupid, but you know is wonderful.”

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315. “He fantasized about burning his fraying vestments when he finally reached home.”

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316. “She took the story in like some strange, spiked gift, too fragile to drop, too painful to hold.”

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317. “What did it say that Nikys had better luck getting a straight answer from a chaos demon than a man? Nothing new, more’s the pity.”

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318. “I can tell you truths. I cannot give you understanding. For how can one give what one does not possess? I have always told the truth.”

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319. “The five theological purposes of prayer, I was taught, are service, supplication, gratitude, divination, and atonement.”

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320. “You’re worse than evil. You’re inefficient.”

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321. “Welcome to mine, Joen of Jokona,” said Ista. “I am the Mouth of Hell.”

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322. “Carry on. Remember, I want maximum inefficiency, incompetence, and error. On the Vervani channels, that is. You’ve worked with trainees, surely. Be creative.”

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323. “It’s never too late to save something,” he said sternly. “Might not be what you wanted, is all.”

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324. “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.”

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325. “He was uneasily unsure about the intentions of the white god that she, and now he, served. Though so far, Penric seemed to have been let get on with his life free of holy molestation.”

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326. “He claims that the gods, and we, are both right here all the time, a shadow’s thickness apart. We’ve no distance to cross at all to get to each other.”

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327. “Mercy, High Ones. Not justice, please, not justice. We would all be fools to pray for justice.”

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328. “And right or wrong, what I also saw was that you made an enemy, and left him alive behind you. Great charity. Bad tactics.”

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329. “Other than that, how was Kyril Island, Ensign Vorkosigan?” inquired the Count. “You didn’t vid home much, your mother noticed.” “I was busy. Lessee. The climate was ferocious, the terrain was lethal, a third of the population including my immediate superior was dead drunk most of the time. The average IQ equaled the mean temperature in degrees cee, there wasn’t a woman for five hundred kilometers in any direction, and the base commander was a homicidal psychotic. Other than that, it was lovely.”

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330. “Greed is an appetite that looks largely to some imagined or feared future.”

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331. “When I was twenty, I knew everything about my future. Now, I know nothing.”

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332. “Elena’s eye lit with a skewed enthusiasm. “Dear God, Miles. Metzov – Oser – Ungari – all in a row – you sure are hard on your commanding officers. What are you going to do when the time comes to let them all out?” Miles shook his head mutely. “I don’t know.”

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333. “Ah.” “And what does ah mean?” he asked, slightly exasperated. “It’s sort of like biting my tongue, but less painful.”

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334. “Miles looked up at his father. “Did I do the right thing, sir? Last night?” “Yes,” said the Count simply. “A right thing. Perhaps not the best of all possible right things. Three days from now you may think of a cleverer tactic, but you were the man on the ground at the time. I try not to second-guess my field commanders.” Miles’s heart rose in his aching chest for the first time since he’d left Kyril Island. He nodded, satisfied.”

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335. “Her hands started to reach out, but then retreated behind her back and consoled each other there. “I am so sorry. But surely you see any girl must be quite afraid to marry a man who could set her on fire with a word!” He’d dreamed of setting her alight with kisses. “Any man could set a girl on fire with a torch, but he’d have to be deranged!”

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336. “My word was too easy to give, too hard to keep.”

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337. “The demon settled like a dog cowering before a stern master, and no wonder; it had been a dog, or rather been in a dog, at one time, Pen was certain. The new-hatched elemental had found its early way through lesser animals before that, maybe, but mostly it was doggish.”

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338. “How could you argue sense into someone who believed something not because it was true, but because he was an idiot?”

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339. “He laughed. “I was the youngest admiral in the history of our fleet – I might end up the oldest ensign, too. But no.” He sobered.”

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340. “Why are you wearing slippers?” She stared down at her feet. “I’m – sorry, Pilot Officer Mayhew. That’s classified.”

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341. “What, everyone knows of Royesse Iselle’s clever secretary, the man who keeps his own counsel – and hers – the Bastion of Gotorget – utterly indifferent to wealth – ” “No, I’m not,” Cazaril assured him earnestly. “I just dress badly. I quite like wealth.”

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342. “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.”

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343. “If you desire a man to tell you comfortable lies about your prowess, and so fetter any hope of true excellence, I’m sure you may find one anywhere. Not all prisons are made of iron bars. Some are made of feather beds.”

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344. “As the week wore on, Ivan contemplated the merits of inertia as a problem-solving technique with growing favor.”

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