The lies we live will always be confessed in the stories that we tell.

'I could kill you like this,' Peter whispered. 'Just press and press until you're dead'.

And if you're going to criticize me for not finishing the whole thing and tying it up in a bow for you, why, do us both a favor and write your own damn book, only have the decency to call it a romance instead of a history, because history's got no bows on it, only frayed ends of ribbons and knots that can't be untied. It ain't a pretty package, but then it's not your birthday that I know of so I'm under no obligation to give you a gift.

I love you Ender. More than ever. No matter what you decide.

Whether he likes it or not, [he] cannot remain incognito forever. He has outraged too many wise men and pleased too many fools to hide behind his too-appropriate order to assume leadership of the forces of stupidity he has marshalled, or his enemies will unmask him in order to better understand the disease that has produced such a warped and twisted mind.

The only process you've mastered is the process of elimination, and the only reason you've mastered that is because you can do it in the toilet.

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