Ender didn't like fighting. He didn't like Peter's kind, the strong against the weak, and he didn't like his own kind either, the smart against the stupid.

Being young is an 18 year prison sentence for a crime your parents committed. But you do get time off for good behavior.

Asking a man if he could be trusted was like asking an unwed girl if she was a virgin. The question mattered, but the asking of it was gross insult.

I learned to separate the story from the writing, probably the most important thing that any storyteller has to learn-that there are a thousand right ways to tell a story, and ten million wrong ones, and you're a lot more likely to find one of the latter than the former your first time through the tale.

The world was full of locked doors, and he had to get his hand on every key.

Home is anywhere that you know all your friends and all your enemies.

Your ego-depletion seems problematically difficult to assuage.