Monday, February 19, 2007

A definition of love

Just re-reading a great book today, A Civil Campaign by Lois McMaster Bujold (one of the many books in the Miles Vorkosigan SF saga), and I thought I'd share probably the best definition of love I've ever run across:

"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 where she'd wanted to whack him with a brick."
Just wanted to share that with you.

Lori

8 comments:

Sonia said...

I can relate! Sounds right on the money to me!

PJ said...

Ahem. ((arms crossed, toe tapping, stern gaze)) I think that book got waylaid on its way to me...

Lori said...

@Sonia
I sure sums it up, don't it?

@PJ
Uh, no. Not yet. You've got a number of books to read before you get to that one! Don't worry, you'll get them...

Metro said...

@PJ
Ahem? That would be the bookmobile that pulled up outside your place last night, I believe it was yes. Any absence of bookage may, I think, be laid at the pedis of the emptor yesno?

@Mme:
So what, precisely, is that pile of bricks on the nightstand about?

PJ said...

Mea culpa. I am less than the dust beneath your chariot wheels, O Bookmobile Driver.

archie said...

I know all about the bricks! But this sounds incestuous!

Jay said...

Who hasn't been there?

Lori said...

@Archie
What's incestuous? We're not actually sharing the bricks...

@Jay
Thanks for stopping by. Maybe I shouldn't tell you that the quote is from a (gasp) SF novel. :-)