If pigs could vote, the man with the slop bucket would be elected swineherd every time, no matter how much slaughtering he did on the side.

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

In all my study of history, I have never found a time or place I would rather have lived than now.

I have never resisted the lord in my life, and I never will. But I'm not so hungry for dialogue with him that I have to make up his part as well as my own.

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.

When I write fiction, I create characters whose views are not my own, and I allow them to be eloquent in defense of their, not my, views.

I'm right here. This is who I really am. I'm not pretending.