-What you are is a question only you can answer.
-But pain… seems to me an insufficient reason not to embrace life. Being dead is quite painless. Pain, like time, is going to come on regardless. Question is, what glorious moments can you win from life in addition to the pain?
-If the truth doesn’t save us, what does that say about us?
-A hundred objective measurements didn’t sum the worth of a garden; only the delight of its users did that. Only the use made it mean something.
-Guard your honor. Let your reputation fall where it will. And outlive the bastards.
Lois McMaster Bujold