There was no limit to what one man might do, if he gave all, and held back nothing.
Lois McMaster BujoldWhen the souls rise up in glory, yours shall not be shunned nor sunderered, but shall be the prize of the gods' gardens. Even your darkness shall be treasured then, and all your pain made holy.
Lois McMaster BujoldThe gods' most savage curses come upon us as answers to our own prayers. Prayer is a dangerous business.
Lois McMaster Bujold