Every day people judge all other people. The question is whether they judge wisely.

Oh no, real life is escape. The great terrors, the horrors--we hope--of your life come from reading fiction.

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

It's what I was born for, isn't it? If I don't go, why am I alive?

Ender's Game is set more than a century in the future and has nothing to do with political issues that did not exist when the book was written in 1984... It will be interesting to see whether the victorious proponents of gay marriage will show tolerance toward those who disagreed with them when the issue was still in dispute.

His vices were the vices of his time and culture, but his virtues transcended the milieu of his life.

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.