“One step at a time,” Vorkosigan returned grimly, “I can walk around the world. Watch me.”

“Your past is a skeleton walking one step behind you, and your future is a a skeleton walking one step in front of you. Maybe you don't wear a watch, but your skeletons do, and they always know what time it is.”

“Any one of those boys wanted to push me around, I’d say bring it on. Hell, I’d pay for one of ‘em to move into my house. They don’t even have to do me; just walk around so I can watch. Maybe in a towel.”

“Don’t carry the world around or your history around like a burden. In fact, don’t carry it around at all. One step at a time.”

“I watch people sometimes, wonder how they can walk around with the weight of what they know.”

“I’m going to walk over to you,” I say, taking one step at a time in her direction like I’m talking down a jumper. “I’m going to put my arms around you and I’m going to hold you,” I pause before taking the last step, “and you’re going to let me.”