When you give each other everything, it becomes an even trade. Each wins all.

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.

I'm very interested in the impact of biotechnology on the way people live.

[Koudelka] looked back, "You?! I know you! You trust beyond reason!" [Cordelia] met his eyes steadily, "Yes, it's how I get results beyond hope, as you may recall.

I am not schizoid. A little manic-depressive, maybe." "'Know thyself.'" "We try, sir.

I miss it every minute, and I have no wish at all to go back.