Well, on to the quotes and thoughts from this book. (Initial ones here.)
"But do remember, you're allowed to ask for help. It's part of what families are all about."
"I owe you too much already, milady."
Her smile tilted. "Mark, you don't pay back your parents. You can't. The debt you owe them gets collected by your children, who hand it down in turn. It's a sort of entailment. Or if you don't have children of the body, it's left as a debt to your common humanity. Or to your God, if you possess or are possessed by one."
"I'm not sure that seems fair."
"The family economy evades calculation in the gross planetary product. It's the only deal I know where, when you give more than you get, you aren't bankrupted—but rather, vastly enriched."
She had felt flashes of profound ease in his company, it was true, brief perhaps, but calm like deep water. There had also been moments when she'd wanted to whack him with a brick.
Know anyone like that in your life? I do.
"Reputation is what other people know about you. Honor is what you know about yourself."
"The friction arises when the two are not the same."
Miles's father shared an archaic Barrayaran ideal of feminine beauty that included the capacity to survive minor famines; Miles admitted a susceptibility to that style himself.
He looked back. "You? I know you! You trust beyond reason."
She met his eyes steadily. "Yes. It's how I get results beyond hope. As you may recall."
"In my experience," he said, "the trouble with oaths of the form, death before dishonor, is that eventually, given enough time and abrasion, they separate the world into just two sorts of people: the dead, and the forsworn. It's a survivor's problem this one."
I don't know if I agree with this. But it's certainly one to make me think.
The scent of him filled her nose, her moth, seemed rushed by her blood to every cell of her body. Intimacy of the flesh seemed easy, after the far more terrifying intimacy of the mind.
Finally, there is this one that I've felt at times although not frequently:
When he spoke again, his ragging tone did not quote muffle real anguish. "How can you stand me? I can't even stand me!"
Wow. That's a lot of quotes from this book. Like I said, it was potent.