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Only the saints would joke so about the gods, because it was either joke or scream, and they alone knew it was all the same to the gods.
Lois McMaster Bujold
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Lois McMaster Bujold
Age: 75
Born: 1949
Born: November 2
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And this was your friend? Cordelia raised her eyebrows. Seems to me the only difference between your friends and your enemies is how long the stand around chatting before they shoot you.
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For a while, I thought I was going mad. At last, I became reconciled to my despair. The medications helped, too, I thought, sir.
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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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