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When the souls rise up in glory, yours shall not be shunned nor sunderered, but shall be the prize of the gods' gardens. Even your darkness shall be treasured then, and all your pain made holy.

Lois McMaster Bujold

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Lois McMaster Bujold
Age: 75
Born: 1949
Born: November 2
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Science Fiction Writer
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I wanted to give you a victory. But by their essential nature triumphs can’t be given.
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I began my writing career in a very isolated place and time.
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Children might or might not be a blessing, but to create them and then fail them was surely damnation.
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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.
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I've described my usual writing process as scrambling from peak to peak on inspiration through foggy valleys of despised logic. Inspiration is better when you can get it.
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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.
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He's not too short. He's just... concentrated.
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Most people go through their whole lives without killing anybody. False argument.
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One step at a time, I can walk around the world. Watch me.
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A hundred objective measurements didn't sum the worth of a garden only the delight of its users did that.
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