That night Demosthenes published a scathing denunciation of the population limitation laws. People should be allowed to have as many children as they like, and the surplus population should be sent to other worlds, to spread mankind so far across the galaxy that no disaster, no invasion could ever threaten the human race with annihilation. "The most noble title any child can have," Demosthenes wrote, "is Third.

An enemy, Ender Wiggin," whispered the old man. "I am your enemy, the first one you've ever had who was smarter than you. There is no teacher but the enemy. No one but the enemy will tell you what the enemy is going to do. No one but the enemy will ever teach you how to destroy and conquer. Only the enemy shows you where you are weak. Only the enemy tells you where he is strong. And the rules of the game are what you can do to him and what you can stop him from doing to you. I am your enemy from now on. From now on I am your teacher.

There are times when the world is rearranging itself, and at times like that, the right words can change the world.

Aw, Poke, you poor, kind, decent, stupid girl. You saved me and I let you down.

Death is not a tragedy to the one who dies; to have wasted the life before that death, that is the tragedy.

Sickness and healing are in every heart; death and deliverance in every hand.

I've had your tears with mine, and you've had mine with yours. I think that's more intimate even than a kiss.