Lois McMaster Bujold Quotes
Lois McMaster Bujold
US science fiction author
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A weapon is a device for making your enemy change his mind.
Exile, for no other motive than ease, would be the last defeat, with no seed of future victory in it.
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?
Children might or might not be a blessing, but to create them and then fail them was surely damnation.
How could you be a Great Man if history brought you no Great Events, or brought you to them at the wrong time, too young, too old?
His mother had often said, When you choose an action, you choose the consequences of that action. She had emphasized the corollary of this axiom even more vehemently: when you desired a consequence you had damned well better take the action that would create it.
The dead cannot cry out for justice; it is a duty of the living to do so for them.
There are always survivors at a massacre. Among the victors, if nowhere else.
The will to be stupid is a very powerful force, but there are always alternatives.
When you give each other everything, it becomes an even trade. Each wins all.
Reputation is what other people know about you. Honor is what you know about yourself.
Guard your honor. Let your reputation fall where it will. And outlive the bastards.
A tactical retreat is not a bad response to a surprise assault, you know. First you survive. Then you choose your own ground. Then you counterattack.
...tests are a gift. And great tests are a great gift. To fail the test is a misfortune. But to refuse the test is to refuse the gift, and something worse, more irrevocable, than misfortune.
Since no one is perfect, it follows that all great deeds have been accomplished out of imperfection. Yet they were accomplished, somehow, all the same.