Lois McMaster Bujold
Lois McMaster Bujold
Lois McMaster Bujoldis an American speculative fiction writer. She is one of the most acclaimed writers in her field, having won the Hugo Award for best novel four times, matching Robert A. Heinlein's record, not counting his Retro Hugo. Her novella The Mountains of Mourning won both the Hugo Award and Nebula Award. In the fantasy genre, The Curse of Chalion won the Mythopoeic Award for Adult Literature and was nominated for the 2002 World Fantasy Award for best novel,...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth2 November 1949
CountryUnited States of America
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Exile, for no other motive than ease, would be the last defeat, with no seed of future victory in it.
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.
No battle plan survives first contact with the enemy. Not when the enemy is me.
It is always easier to get forgiveness than permission.
They stared at her curiously, and she caught snatches of conversation in two or three languages. It wasn't hard to guess their content, and she smiled a bit primly. Youth, it appeared, was full of illusions as to how much sexual energy two people might have to spare while hiking forty or so kilometers a day, concussed, stunned, diseased, on poor food and little sleep, alternating caring for a wounded man with avoiding becoming dinner for every carnivore within range - and with a coup to plan for the end.
I wanted to give you a victory. But by their essential nature triumphs can’t be given.
Think of the glory. Think of your reputation. Think how great it'll look on your next resume." On my cenotaph, you mean. Nobody will be able to collect enough of my scattered atoms to bury. You going to cover my funeral expenses, son?" Splendidly. Banners, dancing girls, and enough beer to float your coffin to Valhalla." - Miles coaxing Ky Tung to agree to an almost suicidal mission
Growing up, I have discovered over time, is rather like housework: never finished.
If power was an illusion, wasn't weakness necessarily one also?
Not that I haven't leaped up into the blinding light of competence now and then. It's sustaining the altitude that defeats me.
Colonel Otto, do you have a, perhaps, fuller and more detailed account than your preliminary one of why my Imperial Security building is now largely an underground installation? From a technical perspective.
When the time comes to leap in faith whether you have your eyes open or closed or scream all the way down or not makes no practical difference.
The Imperial Service could win a war without coffee, but would prefer not to have to.
Too late, he recalled Miles's dictum that the reward for a job well done was usually a harder job.