All is going well, very well, I couldn’t ask for anything better— So why do I hate my life?

Maybe we're the fools, for thinking we know things. Maybe humans are the only ones who can deal with the fact that nothing can ever be known at all.

Your dream is a good one. [. . .] The desire that is the very root of life itself: To grow until all the space you can see is part of you, under your control. It's the desire for greatness.

He walked down the corridor, lined with his soldiers, who looked at him with love, with awe, with trust. Except Bean, who looked at him with anguish. Ender Wiggin was not larger than life, Bean knew. He was exactly life-sized, and so his larger-than-life burden was too much for him. And yet he was bearing it. So far.

Perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be.

Unfortunately, we live in a time when the media are almost a monoculture.

I don't care how much you eat, Ender, self-cannibalism won't get you out of this school.