Bujold Quotes

“Hunting hawks did not belong in cages, no matter how much a man coveted their grace, no matter how golden the bars. They were far more beautiful soaring free. Heartbreakingly beautiful.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, The Warrior's Apprentice

“Her smile grew bitter as desert brine. "The gods may forgive Ista all day long. But if Ista does not forgive Ista, the gods may go hang themselves.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Paladin of Souls

“A stunning first impression was not the same thing as love at first sight. But certainly it was an invitation to consider the matter.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Paladin of Souls

“So I pray the gods may hear even me, and let my whispered yes tower above my shouted no and mount all the way to their fivefold realm.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Paladin of Souls

“Maybe that was the trouble; maybe she just wasn't crazed enough. True derangement stopped at no boundaries. Mad enough to wish for what she was not mad enough to grasp-now there was a singularly useless lunacy.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Paladin of Souls

“Ista sighed at the thought of being a skipping country wench, and not tragic Ista anymore. Though she did not doubt country wenches had their tragedies, too, and much less poetic sympathy for them than did royinas.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Paladin of Souls