Science Fiction has rivets, fantasy has trees.
He could see Bonzo's anger growing hot. Hot anger was bad. Ender's anger was cold, and he could use it. Bonzo's was hot, and so it used him.
I have to win this now, and for all time, or I’ll fight it every day and it will get worse and worse.
I looked for perfection, and I found something better.
When you walk on the face of a world, then forgiveness comes.
It is in the turmoil of chaos that we discover what, if anything, we are.