Lois McMaster Bujold quotes - page 16
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're going to cover my funeral expenses, son?”
"Splendidly. Banners, dancing girls, and enough beer to float your coffin to Valhalla.”
Tung sighed. "Make it plum wine to float the boat, eh? Drink the beer.
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You don't pay back your parents. You can't. The debt you owe them gets collected by your children, who hand it down in turn. It's a sort of entailment. Or if you don't have children of the body, it's left as a debt to your common humanity. Or to your God, if you possess or are possessed by one.
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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.
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