My home is not a place, it is people.

The real unforgivable acts are committed by calm men in beautiful green silk rooms, who deal death wholesale, by the shipload, without lust, without anger, or desire, or any redeeming emotion to excuse them but cold fear of some pretended future. But the crimes they hope to prevent in that future are imaginary. The ones they commit in the present - they are real.

When you can’t do something truly useful, you tend to vent the pent up energy in something useless but available, like snappy dressing.

It was never what I wanted to buy that held my heart's hope. It was what I wanted to be.

A true Vor, Miles told himself severely, does not bury his face in his liegewoman's breasts and cry--even if he is at a convenient height for it.

Have you ever heard the phrase, Living well is the best revenge?" "Where I come from, someone's head in a bag is generally considered the best revenge

I'd storm heaven for you, if I knew where it was.