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.

One step at a time, I can walk around the world. Watch me.

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.

I don’t duel, boy. I kill as a soldier kills, which is as a butcher kills, as quickly, efficiently, and with as least risk to myself as I can arrange.

As the week wore on, Ivan contemplated the merits of inertia as a problem-solving technique with growing favor

If you want to catch something, running after it isn't always the best way.

The Imperial Service could win a war without coffee, but would prefer not to have to.