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Nagare got a lot of joy from watching the customers’ delight as they ate his delicious butter. The problem was that although he used the most expensive ingredients, the butter was free for customers. 🥯🥧

Tears are a woman’s weapon. That was Hirai’s philosophy.

Gods are made in the eyes of men not the wombs of women.

“I will not disappoint you.”
“Ha! That is a promise no one can keep, Your Highness,” he said.

"Being dead feels worse than being fucked by fat merchants." 😂

Desperation is a good teacher. 👹

“Your son would not want you to give up.”
“The dead want nothing.”

An emperor serves his people. The day the people serve the emperor is the day the empire falls.

The truth is a cruel weapon to use.

“Intention is not in the blades,” Captain Tallus had always said. “It’s in the eyes."

"All who serve me serve you, through me," Count Vorkosigan stated. "It is the Vor system at work. Streams of experience, all flowing together, combining at last in a river of great power. Yours is the final confluence."

Smoothest flattery ever!

"Other people," Miles groaned, "get to hallucinate orgies and giant cicadas and things. What do I get? Relatives. I can see relatives when I'm conscious. It's not fair . . ." 😂

The perfect war is a fool's mate.

Miles poured wine, and took a sip. He groped for one of his grandfather's wine connoisseur phrases as a conversation opener, but the only one that sprang to his memory was 'thin as piss,' which didn't seem exactly inviting.

Miles gazed around the crystal chamber, gorgeous in the sparked darkness. Superb spot for a nuzzle, and more. But those long white hands were down at the infirmary, probably laying cold compresses or something on Baz's brow. While he sat here getting drunk with the ugliest man in the system. What a waste. 🙈

"The honor goes with the risk," argued Elena. "Deny the risk and you deny the honor."

My fa—a person I knew once said that meaning is what you bring to things, not what you take from them.

No hero he. He was reminded of that fellow Grandfather told about, who accidentally shot his own horse out from under himself in the cavalry charge—called for another, and then did it again.

There’s nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.

Before the rich man was a fish casserole, baked in a cream sauce and garnished with parsley. Sylvester had ordered eggs Benedict. There was asparagus, fresh buttered corn, and a side dish of wet black olives. A plate of French-fried potatoes was in the corner of the table before the jockey. 😋

The silence of a firelit room when suddenly the clock stops ticking, the nervous shadows in an empty house—it is better to take in your mortal enemy than face the terror of living alone.

For the atmosphere of a proper café implies these qualities: fellowship, the satisfactions of the belly, and a certain gaiety and grace of behavior. This had never been told to the gathering in Miss Amelia’s store that night.

There are no atheists on a battlefield. Some prayed for victory, some for honour and some to simply live through the day and see their loved ones again.

The biggest fear in fighting a monster is not that one will lose to him. The biggest fear, in fact, is that in fighting the monster, we ourselves will become like the monster.

Think of India’s greatest emperors. Chandragupta Maurya and Bindusara, Samudragupta and Vikramaditya. None of them was born Kshatriya. It wasn’t so long ago that a man was defined by his karma rather than his birth.

'Har Har Mahadev!’
We are Gods!...

'Har Har Mahadev!’
We will die like Gods!...

'Har Har Mahadev!’
We will return like Gods!

*goosebumps all the way*

I light up and take a puff.

Alice waves the smoke away.
“Oh God. It’s like you’re smoking a pig’s ass, and the pig isn’t well.” 😂

The problem with glory is that it seldom trickles down to the slobs doing the actual fighting.

Her wild hair hangs down like dead weeds and she’s wearing a dress that looks like she took it off a Disney princess, tossed it in a grain thresher, and got an ape to sew it back together.

"So far, being dead is about as much fun as a barbed-wire G-string." 🙈