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1 " And that was just how it worked, wasn’t it? Happiness handed around and around, never stopping. It wasn’t something one could hoard tight like a miser. That would be like trying to hold one’s breath for later. "
― Lois McMaster Bujold , The Prisoner of Limnos (Penric and Desdemona, #6)
2 " One gives you the shirt off his back, mused Des, and the other offers to help you bury bodies. I do believe you have made some new friends, Pen! "
3 " We cannot protect anyone from being alive, Master Bosha. No matter how much we might wish to. "
4 " He wouldn’t say pray, as he’d decided long ago not to bother the gods with questions when he didn’t really want to hear the answers. "
5 " Way I figure, once a drop is enough to kill you, any more you add makes no difference.” “A reasonable argument.” No it’s not, it’s insane! "
6 " Idrene said gently, “We cannot protect anyone from being alive, Master Bosha. No matter how much we might wish to.” Her eyes fell on her own children. "
7 " The gods have no hands but ours, they say.” He held up his fingers and wiggled them. "
8 " The gods have no hands but ours, they say. "
9 " Do not deny the gods. And they will not deny you. "
10 " Joy is a mark of Them, you see. "
