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A good friend of my son's is a son to me.

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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Columbus
Ohio
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You couldn't be that good and not know it, somewhere in your secret heart, however much you'd been abused into affecting public humility.
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When you choose an action, you choose the consequences of that action. When you desire a consequence you had damned well better take the action that would create it.
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Honor is what you know about yourself.
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If there's no game, isn't winning a pretty meaningless concept?
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I think 99 percent of women's lib comes from technology making different kinds of lives possible, and then the social adjustment follows the technology - it doesn't precede it.
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The principle difference between heaven and hell is the company you keep there.
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The rule for finding plots for character-centered novels, which is to ask: 'So what's the worst possible thing I can do to *this* guy?' And then do it.
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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.
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The gods' most savage curses come upon us as answers to our own prayers. Prayer is a dangerous business.
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Never underestimate the human capacity for wishful thinking and willful blindness,' said Miles. Such as a whole society of people who became so wrapped up in avoiding death, they forgot to be alive?
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If you make it plain you like people, it's hard for them to resist liking you back.
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His outflung hands traced over the threads of his rug, passed loop by loop through some patient woman's hands. Or maybe she hadn't been patient. Maybe she'd been tired, or irritated, or distracted, or hungry, or angry. Maybe she had been dying. But her hands had kept moving, all the same.
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A price is something you get. A cost is something you lose.
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I've got forward momentum. There's no virtue in it. It's just a balancing act. I don't dare stop.
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My home is not a place, it is people.
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Bleeding ulcers run in my family, we give them to each other.
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When you give each other everything, it becomes an even trade. Each wins all.
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One step at a time, I can walk around the world. Watch me.
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It was suicide, wasn't it? In an involuntary sort of way, said Vorob'yev. These Cetagandan political suicides can get awfully messy, when the principal won't cooperate. Thirty-two stab wounds in the back, worst case of suicide they ever saw? murmured Ivan, clearly fascinated by the gossip. Exactly, my lord.
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From fried witchetty grubs to gold-plated turnips, when you're a writer you never know what's going to appear on your plate next. It keeps a woman alert, it does.
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