Lois McMaster Quotes
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I am not schizoid. A little manic-depressive, maybe." "'Know thyself.'" "We try, sir.
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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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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 world is made by the people who show up for the job.
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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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Poets speak of hope in ladies smiles, but give me a smirk any day, I say.
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I began my writing career in a very isolated place and time.
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It's a bizarre but wonderful feeling, to arrive dead center of a target you didn't even know you were aiming for.
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This wasn't prayer anyway, it was just argument with the gods. Prayer, he suspected as he hoisted himself up and turned for the door, was putting one foot in front of the other. Moving all the same.
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I have a catch-phrase to describe my plot-generation technique -- 'What's the worst possible thing I can do to these people?'
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Wikipedia is so dangerous. You go online to look up the definition of eclampsia, and three hours later you find yourself reading this earnest explanation of tentacle porn in Japanese anime.
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Honor is what you know about yourself.
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Escapist literature gets a bad rap. But I think escape is important for a lot of people in a lot of places.
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Your Reverence, I do not hate any man in this world enough to inflict the results of my prayers upon him.
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An honor is not diminished for being shared.
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As the week wore on, Ivan contemplated the merits of inertia as a problem-solving technique with growing favor
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One learns better than to hand one's choices to fear. With age, with every wound and scar, one learns.
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A good friend of my son's is a son to me.
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Mia Maz glanced aside in concern at his muffled snort. "Are you all right?" "Yes. Sorry," he whispered. "I'm just having an attack of limericks." Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip; only her deepening dimple betrayed her. "Shhh," she said, with feeling.
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It's an ancient and honorable term for the final step in any engineering project. Turn it on, see if it smokes.
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You can say a lot in a little time, if you stick to words of one syllable.
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Miles added it to his life's lessons list. Call it Rule 27B. Never make key tactical decisions while having electro-convulsive seizures.
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Like integrity, love of life was not a subject to be studied, it was a contagion to be caught. And you had to catch it from someone who had it.
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War is not its own end, except in some catastrophic slide into absolute damnation. It's peace that's wanted. Some better peace than the one you started with.