Diplomatic Immunity Quotes

“We should have taken our chances back then, when we were young and beautiful and didn't even know it.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“The dead cannot cry out for justice; it is a duty of the living to do so for them.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“If you make it plain you like people, it's hard for them to resist liking you back.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“If the truth doesn't save us, what does that say about us?”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“We did it," he muttered to Ekaterin, now perching on the chair arm. "Why didn't anybody stop us? Why aren't there more regulations about this sort of thing? What fool in their right mind would put me in charge of a baby? Two babies?”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“to slide halfway to stupid and stop was rare indeed.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“I always thought my parents could fix anything. Now it's my turn. Dear God, how did this happen?”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“Military intelligence was as nothing to military stupidity.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“Are we not all called on to yield our children back to the world, in the end?”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“All sorts of men don't make it home for the births of their children. But My mother was out of town on the day I was born, so she missed it, just seems . . . seems like a more profound complaint, somehow.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“The things one learns on a honeymoon. Now I know how to coax you out of your glum moods. Just hire someone to shoot at you.” “Peps me right up,” he agreed. “I figured out years ago that I was addicted to adrenaline. I also figured out that it was going to be toxic, eventually, if I didn’t taper off.” “Indeed.” She inhaled.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“Miles bowed, sitting; his floater bobbed slightly. “My horse would like you fine. He’s extremely amiable, not to mention much too old and lazy to stampede anywhere. And I personally guarantee that with a Vorkosigan liveried armsman at your back, not the most benighted backcountry hick would offer you insult.” Roic,”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“To Komarr, my lord? Or Sergyar?” “No. Calculate the shortest possible jump route directly to Rho Ceta.” Vorpatril’s head jerked back in startlement. “If the orders I received from Sector Five HQ mean what we think, you’ll hardly get passage there. Reception by plasma fire and fusion shells the moment you pop out of the wormhole would be what I’d expect.” “Unpack, Miles,” Ekaterin’s voice drifted in. He grinned briefly at the familiar exasperation in her voice. “By the time we arrive there, I will have arranged our clearances with the Cetagandan Empire.” I hope. Or else they were all going to be in more trouble than Miles ever wanted to imagine. “Barrayar is bringing their kidnapped haut babies back to them. On the end of a long stick. I get to be the stick.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“Right.” Roic nodded. He glanced over Miles’s growing array of medical attachments. “By the way, m’lord. Had you happened to mention your seizure disorder to the surgeon yet?”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“And . . . it would be a real relief for me to have someone along I can talk to freely.” Her smile tilted a little at this. “Talk, or vent?” “I—hem!—suspect this one is going to entail quite a lot of venting, yes. D’you think you can stand it?”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“You’re the man who used to rescue hostages for a living. You are not allowed to not get out of this one. So stop worrying about me and start paying attention to what you are doing. Are you listening to me, Miles Vorkosigan? Don’t you dare die! I won’t have it!” That seemed definitive. Despite everything, he grinned. “Yes, dear,” he sang back meekly, heartened.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“Miles repented his younger sexual reticence altogether, now. Profoundly. We should have taken our chances back then, when we were young and beautiful and didn’t even know it. And Bel had been beautiful, in its own ironic way, living and moving at ease in a body athletic, healthy, and trim.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“Miles,” said Bel’s voice, seeming to come from a long way off, “if you’re going to pass out, put your head down.” “Between my knees,” choked Miles, “and kiss my ass goodbye. Bel, do you know what that sigil is?”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“Back in what he was starting to think of as their cabinet, Miles encountered Ekaterin returning from the shower, dressed again in her red tunic and leggings. They maneuvered for a kiss, and he said, “I’ve acquired an involuntary appointment. I have to go stationside almost immediately.” “You will remember to put on pants?” He glanced down at his bare legs. “Planned to, yeah.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“Ekaterin’s vision of him, he reminded himself, was not exactly objective. Thank God. “I’ve been trying to charm quaddies all day, with no noticeable success.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“He’d never been serious about twelve; he’d just figured to start with that proposition, and fall back to six. His mother, his aunt, and what seemed every other female of his acquaintance had all mobilized to explain to him that he was insane, but Ekaterin had merely smiled.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“But the herm was gray-faced, lips purple-blue, eyelids fluttering. An IV pump, not dependent upon potentially erratic ship’s gravity, infused yellow fluid rapidly into Bel’s right arm. The left arm was strapped to a board; plastic tubing filled with blood ran from under a bandage and into a hybrid appliance bound around with quantities of plastic tape. A second tube ran back again, its dark surface moist with condensation.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“The second ward was declared a temporary holding cell for their prisoner, the ba, who followed in the procession, bound to a float pallet. Miles scowled as the pallet drifted past, towed on its control lead by a watchful, muscular sergeant.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“I’ll bet. I . . .” He couldn’t say it, not so baldly. He dodged, while he mustered courage. “I promised to call Nicol when I had news of Bel, and I haven’t had a chance. The news, as you may know, is not good; we found Bel, but the herm has been deliberately infected with a bioengineered Cetagandan parasite that may . . . may prove lethal.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“Send a patroller to check,” said Miles a little tightly. Remembering he was supposed to be a diplomat, he added, “If you please.” Teris”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity

“Anyway, I’m sure you’ll be able to handle Garnet Five. Just be your usual charming self.” Ekaterin’s vision of him, he reminded himself, was not exactly objective. Thank God. “I’ve been trying to charm quaddies all day, with no noticeable success.” “If you make it plain you like people, it’s hard for them to resist liking you back. And Nicol will be playing in the orchestra tonight.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity