Il Ciclo dei Vor
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One of his mother's favourite aphorisms drifted through his head, Anything worth doing, she always said, is worth doing well.
Labyrinth, Borders of Infinity

"By the time I'm thirty I could be entirely plastic."
Glumly, Miles considered this possibility. If more than half of him became spare parts, could he be declared legally dead? Would he ever walk into a prosthetics manufacturing plant and cry, "Mother!"?
Borders of Infinity

Illyan's face went from pale-tired to green-white.
"Sir-- you want me to step into Negri's shoes?"
"Shake them out, first," Vorkosigan advised dryly.
Barrayar

"You see," Miles explained in a hollow voice to the What-the-hell-are-they-talking-about? portion of the room, "some people have an evil twin. I am not so lucky. What I have is an idiot twin."
Mirror Dance

"Your clone"
"My brother," he [Miles] corrected automatically.
Mirror Dance, svariate volte.

Quinn Leaned on the desk with both hands, not for emphasis, Mark fancied, but for support "Illyan, we have a problem. Miles is dead."
Illyan took this in with a waxen stillness. Abruptly, he turned his chair around. Mark could see only the back of his head. His hair was thin. When he turned back, the lines had sprung out on his set face like a figure-ground reversal; like scars. "That's not a problem, Quinn," he whispered. "That's a disaster."
Mirror Dance

Yes, Countess Cordelia had surely had a hand in training this man [Gregor]. Mark sensed her trial, like phosphorescent foot steps in the dark.
Mirror Dance

"Galen once said," Mark began, and stopped.
The Countess gave him a level look. "Is Galen much on your mind, tonight?
[...]
"He said... Admiral Vorkosigan was a murderer."
The Countess sighted, and set back. "Yes?"
"Was he?"
"You have a chance to observe him for yourself. What do you think?"
"Lady... I'm a murderer. And I can't tell."
Mirror Dance

"Where the hell did you get a ship?"
"My mother gave it to me." He tried not to smirk.
"The Countess? Rats! She's turning you loose?"
"Don't begrudge me my little ship, Quinn. After all, my parents gave my big brother a whole fleet of ships."
Mirror Dance

Face down, mashed comfortably into her pillows, he became gradually aware that a very important bodily systems was reporting for duty, for the first time since his revival. Res-erection indeed.
Mirror Dance

Hi, I'm a hero, but I can't tell you why. It's classified.
Cetaganda

"The Star Crèche is the private name of the haut-race's gene bank."
"Oh, that. I was dimly aware of -- do they keep backup copies of themselves, then?"
Cetaganda

"Ivan... left with a lady."
"What, again? Here? Now? Does the boy have no sense of time or place? This isn't Emperor Gregor's Birthday Party, dammit."
Cetaganda

So, bring one of the Koudelka girls [...] they are decorative as hell, especially en masse.
Memory

[referring to Imperial Auditor Chain] You want to try to peel off the foil wrapping and eat the chocolate inside?
Memory

"When Gregor's livered man came galloping into HQ and yanked me off the work, I thought the damned Residence was burning down, or mother'd had a heart attack, or something. But it was only you coz?"
"That's Lord Auditor Coz to you, for the duration."
Ivan appealed to Gregor. "Tell me this is a joke."
Memory

"The penalty for conterfeiting an Imperial Auditor's credentials," Miles stated flatly, "is death".
Miles felt he could almost hear the gears grinding in Haroche's head. Some long seconds crawled past, then Haroche corrected himself in a sightly cracked voice, "My Lord Auditor."
Memory

"Well... if our positions were reversed, I wouldn't give up till I'd nailed you to the wall with the biggest spikes available." Miles added after a moment, "But if, after I go to see Illyan, some sort of second shot occurs... you can bet I'll be measuring its trajectory with utmost care."
Memory

Anything done twice on Barrayar is a tradition.
Memory

Love, it seemed, was not only contagious, it was aggressively contagious.
Memory

The man hadn't had to ever think about taking notes for the past thirty-five years, after all. What was he going to discover next, fire? Writing? Agricolture?
Memory

"Relive my curiosity. Are you related to the former Lord Regent?"
"My father," Vorkosigan replied, with quelling brevity. He did niot smile.
"Then you are the Lord Vorkosigan, the Count's heir."
"Thet follows, yes."
[...]
"Your upbringing must have terribly difficult."
"He managed," Vorkosigan murmured.
"I meant for you!"
Komarr

So does this mean seven thousand years od bad luck?
Komarr

"You can be told the whole truth all day long, but if you won't believe it, then no, I don't suppose you ever will know it."
Komarr

"I... er... uh... in what capacity are you here, my lord?"
"Friend of the family." Vorkosigan's smile twisted just slightly. "Red tape cutter and general expediter."
Komarr

"Your word?" Cappell grimaced. "Do you know what a Vorkosigan's word means to us?"
"Yes," said Miles levelly. "Do you know what it mens to me?"
Komarr

"...this whole thing is going to end up so classified, they're going to have to invent a whole new level of classification just to put it in. And then classify the classification."
Komarr

"He's not so short," said Ekaterin difensively. "He's just... concentrated."
Komarr

"You know, you keep claiming your job is boring, Miles, but your eyes have gone all bright."
Diplomatic Immunity

"You cuoldn't blow up the station in any case," Miles pointed out mildly. "It would be mas murder. Not to mention a criminal order. The Emperor would have you shot." [...]
Vorpatril's lips thinned. "The Emperor or you?"
"Gregor and I would flip a coin to see who got to go first."
Diplomatic Immunity

Like the stopped clock, even idiots could be correct sometimes.
Diplomatic Immunity

"...I want to have a look at Daubauer's cabin, first."
"Miles, have hou ever heard of the concept of a search warrant?"
"Dear Bel, how fussy you have grown in your old age. This is a Barrayaran ship, and I am Gregor's Voice. I don't ask for search warrants, I issue them."
Diplomatic Immunity

Suggerite da Elisa Gentili:

(Miles) "Ivan, un giorno o l'altro qualcuno tirerà fuori un'arma e ti sparerà, e tu morirai attonito, gridando «cosa ho detto? cosa ho detto?»"
L'apprendista ammiraglio Vorkosigan

(Miles) "...Non posso trascurare i loro [dei Dendarii] bisogni immediati, neppure per recitare la parte del tenente Vorkosigan.
Galeni inclinò all'indietro la sedia, sollevando le sopracciglia divertito. "Recitare la parte del tenente Vorkosigan? Chi crede di essere?"
"Io sono..."
Il nemico dei Vor

(Miles) "Se non riesco a convincere due dei miei migliori amici che ho ragione, allora forse ho torto. O forse è una cosa che devo fare da solo."
Il nemico dei Vor

(Mark, guardandosi allo specchio) " Sono io, questo?"
Lei [Cordelia] ebbe un mezzo sorriso. "Una domanda impegnativa da fare ai propri abiti. Anche i miei non sanno mai cosa rispondermi."
I due Vorkosigan